Hi. Very long never blog already. While I was MIA, Casper resurrected his blog and wrote a few posts. He even changed his blogskin, which is a very big achievement, as we all know just how hardworking he is. The skin is Pikachu-themed though. He's either reliving his primary school days, or he couldn't use a picture of Jonathan Ai.
(shakes head and sigh)
In order to blog about my present, I'll have to first blog about my past.
Got mo shui.
In other to shed some light on this event, I'll have to take you back to year 1.1 in TP, where I recorded an entry of this conversation in this blog. A conversation which I had with Beng Yong about where to find a renowned, accurate, and most importantly, cheap, fortune teller.
Anyways, to sum up this conversation, the supposedly most famous fortune teller at the si ma lu guan yin temple at Bugis street there passed away a few months ago, just when I needed him, following a particularly bad stream of luck. That didn't deter me from going down there to try my luck, so I went to Bugis along with two of my poly classmates, Samuel and Chee Soon.
It would be one of the worst mistakes made.
(shakes head and sighs)
The two of them had went to Bugis to shop for clothes for New Year, if I can remember. Not having any experiences with fortune tellers, and not wanting to be alone when if I encountered one, I tagged along with them. By the time they finished shopping for their clothes, it was close to 4 or 5pm I think.
For this part, Chee Soon decided to accompany me, and same time kaypoh about it, while Samuel decided to sit somewhere nearby to wait. The temple was closed about this time, so we decided to look around the outside of the temple for one. Not long, we spotted some old man reading newspapers at his stall. I approached him, and that's where it began.
I sat down with Chee Soon. The ah pek asked what kind of reading I wanted, and after a brief discussion with Soon, I told him I wanted a basic reading. Something like the standard lah. All this in Chinese.
He took out a book, one of those Chinese alamanic or alamak, or whatever you called it, and piece of paper, and ask for my Chinese name, birthdate, area I stayed and what time I was borned. for the time I was borned, I called up my mother, who gave me the details, and asked what I wanted it for. I told her, "4D.", and promptly hanged up. The old man wrote the details down, then referred to his alamnic alamak book.
Next he wrote down, in Chinese, the Chinese elements, water, fire, wood, metal/gold, earth. Then he started 'divinating', supposedly. I don't remember much about the 'divination', because it was largely crap. Even Chee Soon had problems trying not to laugh. And there were some people walking by and staring. Felt like a fool.
But I remember some parts, because they sounded more crap than the others. Stuff like:
How I should be studying subjects related to the Chinese 5 elements, like Mathematics, or Accounting.
How I wouldn't go wrong if I studied these subjects because Singapore will need alot of teachers, architects and astronauts in the future.
How I should find a kind and virtuous woman for my wife.
Whether I had a girlfriend; this question was repeated 3 times, louder each time, as the ah pek didn't seemed to believe me when I said 'No.'
Some stuff about the PAP.
I dunno about you, but it all sounded like something my mother and my ah ma would say. It was already close to 7 or 8pm, I was already very sian at this point, Chee Soon was tired, and I thinking Samuel was nearly falling asleep at the bench across us. The fortune teller seemed more energetic the more he spoke though. OMLS LIFESTEAL.
And when he said I was VERY LUCKY, I decided it was time to go. I gave him $10. Not because I was generous, but because he was coughing and spitting his phelgem every now and then while he talk lah. Give him money to buy cough medicine loh. If I didn't learn respect for the elderly in Moral Education, I guess I would have taken the chair and whack him already.
(shakes head and sighs)
So I said kthxbye, paid up, and left. I still have the paper he wrote though, but I've misplaced it somewhere in my house. And so I wasted a few hours of life just like that. Dunno whether I'll look for another fortune teller in the future. If I do, I supposed during the time when I have more money. Or may I'll go to Little India and go to those fortune tellers with those parrots and cards. Oh well.
Blog about stuff about the past in the future. Thinking about this gives me a headache everytime.