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i found more!!! sorry, huge philosophy midterm coming up in four hours, and my brain needed some happiness. these are cordial exchanges with everybody’s favourite alien, Martian:
11 May 2008
Subject: (No subject)
Dear Mr Ng
Could you please buy this for me? Would appreciate quick revert
http://www.thedog-clubs.com/pupography/jr1.jpg
Warmest regards,
Su Ann Lim
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Dear Su Ann
could you pls enumerate the cost-benefit analysis of owning this little beast.
Warmest regards and hugs
Martian’s Earth Name
Martian’s Earthly Job Title
Martian’s Earthly Firm
(haha his email signature from work cracks me up every single time)
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22 October 2007
Subject: Notification
Dear Mr Ng,
I think you are extremely good looking
Best regards,
Su Ann
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Dear Su Ann,
Why thank you for your balanced judgement. I would most appreciate it if you take note of the symmetry between us.
Rgds,
Martian’s Earth Name
Martian’s Earthly Job Title
Martian’s Earthly Firm
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31 March 2008
Subject: Phone
Dear Mr Ng,
I write you this email to inform you that my phone batt has once again died. The new twist to this age old story is that the battery charger i bought at KLIA a week ago, is actually the wrong charger for my phone’s model. Needless to say I am very exasperated because I am now not contactable by the outside world.
I would really appreciate it if you would pick up a phone charger for me on your way back from work? The phone model is the Sony Ericsson W880i. I would be eternally grateful if you could do me this favour. As you know, my decision letters will be in today and there will be many phone calls to make. PLEASEEEE. :(
I even bought you that toilet paper!!
Best,
Su Ann
//
that guy at klia- he shd be murdered. cos you did say w880i.
hey why don’t we go together?
Earth Name
Earth Job Title
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11 April 2007
Subject: Greetings and Salutations
Dear Mr Ng,
It is with great pleasure that I inform you of the soon-to-be arrival of a totally cute pink egg shaped muffin on your doorstep. Estimated time of arrival is 2130 hours at the Hong Kong International Airport and 2230 hours at the IFC Airport Express station on the 11th of April 2007. We trust you will handle the delivered goods with the utmost care. In the event that you do not, we would like to pre-empt you that the aforementioned egg shaped muffin can and will be prone to bouts of sulkiness. Should such a situation arise, the solution is simple: you have to give it lots of lovin’. Either that or a Krispy Kreme donut. Or the Grey’s Anatomy Season 2 boxed set. Or a Fendi Spy. Or maybe just a lot of lovin’.
We hope that everything is to your satisfaction. Should you require further assistance, do not hesitate to contact us.
With best regards,
The Pink Egg Shaped Muffins Dispensary
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haha it is with utmost cuteness that this is sent out. you can certainly expect great non-hesitation in contacting your good self.
Please note my new email: (Martian’s new work email)
Best regards
Earth name
Earth job title
<3
okay okay back to work. i’m this close to being done with midterms!!!
March 10th, 2010
did any of you have to read The Dead Crow by A Samad Said for the literature component in Form 1?
i’ve just found the original Bahasa Melayu version. it’s a wonderfully nuanced poem. see for yourself what the differences are between the BM and English versions.
makes you wonder why they told us in our syllabus that the themes of the poem are worsening pollution in the country, and that the politicians of our country are the ones who should plan how we may live our lives with dignity “now and always”.
GAGAK PARIT
Dilihatnya gagak yang lara
kini kejang di parit
antara pejabat pos dan pangsapuri.
Disaksinya cungapan sorang
pesara, sawan seorang bayi
di klinik sesak sepagi,
semakin kurang dimengerti
inti kemakmuran jasmani.
Kerana di sini hanya kawasan
bersih bagi kehidupan cicitnya,
dituntutnya usah
dungu mencemari rimba
yang tak akan dapat lagi
subur menyegari buminya
tanpa sedia bermaruah,
beratus tahun, merancangnya.
THE DEAD CROW
He saw a dead crow
in a drain
near the post office.
He saw an old man
gasping for air
and a baby barely able to breathe
in a crowded morning clinic.
This land is so rich.
Why should we suffer like this?
I want clean air
for my grandchildren.
I want the damned fools
to leave the forest alone.
I want the trees to grow,
the rivers run free,
and the earth covered with grass.
Let the politicians plan how we may live with dignity,
now and always.
March 7th, 2010
i signed up for a creative writing class two weeks ago. it’s not for credit, and it’s just one of those things that students take for fun –
but i missed the first class because i was rushing a microeconomics problem set that was taking me longer than i’d expected to complete;
and then i missed the second class because i was tired out from classes and had to rest up for a longer day ahead,
and now the instructor has stopped emailing me class updates.
:(
February 21st, 2010
feeling very much like this right now!
February 20th, 2010
saturday- his slender legs cut across the glow of the curtains as he crossed them elegantly. from where i was lying, the sculpture seemed like something unforgettable, and everything we had been talking about faded away as we giggled furiously into each other’s shoulders. trust, and love, were big ballooning gulps that had no place in this night, in arlington, in bed. and it occurred to me briefly that the words from that old song are true — whatever will be, will be. trying to catch up with the future entails so much heartache, and oftentimes there really is no point to the paranoia. so what if i cry? so what if trust is a hollow shell? so what if love is fleeting? sometimes it feels like these little moments, each high pitched laugh, is enough to be the balm for the painful end. if i could divide every small brush of eyelash into infinitely many pieces, or shred each excited whisper into a hundred million fragments, and ration them in times of startling bad luck — they become like armour. they become this much, like deliciously overladen jam on bread. the horrible ends become worth it as long as we have these small, little, infinitesimal grains of hope.
friday- how easy it is to find, and lose, best friends. with one fell swoop, the people closest to us are crucified, and complete strangers are initiated into our lives. perhaps it is because we are all judgmental, we are all hurting, and we are all seeking out some kernel of this world in which we can reside and be comfortably ourselves. so we slash through the thicket with no mercy. in the process we get cut and stung. and someone always gets lost. i lost two best friends this year, but found two new ones. everything keeps sprouting, like a plant, or a lizard’s tail, in this almost mocking fashion. hah! there goes one but here comes another! do i miss the old ones? often. do i remind myself of the gnarled correspondences we had as we neared the death of our friendships? always. because it pushes me along, and it reminds me that there are many things that are simply out of my hands. i can put them on limited profile on facebook, i can send them back all of their stuff in a box, i can write fakely cheerful emails (oh! hi– yes, you can keep the dog. have a good day ahead!), but i can’t deny that there needs to be space for renewal in everyone’s life– my own, and theirs, and everyone else on the periphery of our small worlds. and as for my new best friends, they are actually old best friends, but wonderful.
wednesday- it was a waffles and coffee at artopolis morning. the kind of morning where one wakes up early and decides to read some long lost fiction instead of attempting to move the tip of the required readings iceberg. because it was going to be a busy and very long day of school, and very important in deciding what the other half of my double major is supposed to be, i ended up skipping all of my classes. i talked on the phone, slept, dreamed of snake-hunting adventures in twilit PJ, (finally) did some writing, practiced some italian, shared stories with my roommate in between her classes, sent out a postcard, went downtown. it was a good day. if only all days could be as lazy and cozy. if only all days were this enlightening. no one ever has the right answers anyway. have you ever gone snake hunting in PJ? you just drive slowly around the jalan gasing area, or any suburb that’s close to a forest. bring your favourite person with you, and talk about anything at all as you both hunt together. and when you see that snake slithering serenely and carelessly across the tar road, from one drain to the other, bathed in the freezing headlights of your car… it is the most breathtaking moment in the world. time halts, and for a languorous, liquid eternity, it is just you, your favourite person, and the snake. the snake is so beautiful to watch precisely because it doesnt give a shit about you. it will move slowly, flickering across the path in any kind of red or black or green, and you will be there, watching it with your mouth agape and your eyes sparkling. inevitably your favourite person will brush fingers with you. that is the kind of night i left behind.
February 2nd, 2010
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