Increasing Levels of Weirdness Detected
It’s been a long week, and my final chance of relaxing in the weekend was blown when my mother asked me to help her mark her CME work for her classes (which I’ve been doing for the past don’t know how many weeks). So I sat down and worked at it but was more than rewarded by the answers the kids were giving.
To “Why is it healthier to eat lightly cooked vegetables instead of cooked vegetables”, a cute little boy wrote, “Because vegetables look seemingly lesser after being cooked”.
And to “What happens to a grain of rice when it is cooked?” The same boy wrote, “Itbut br bursts when too much moisture has been absorbed.”
So was cackling over the scripts and listening to the radio and marking, and managed to finish everything in about 5 hours and then I was drained and wandered around the house singing and disturbing my parents.
It’s too bad that my brother is already married and isn’t around to kind of buffer me so that my parents don't have to get such a large dose of me when I’m back.
Today when I was taking the MRT home from church this small Malay boy was giving out flyers at the MRT station which no one was taking. He looked at me and in just a second a host of things ran through my head: where is he from? Why does he have to give out pamphlets to earn some spare cash? Does he study in the ITE? What does he want to do in the future? I’m not kidding such is my psychoticity that I was thinking all these things as he held out the pamphlet to me (but the thoughts just took a second to come out, swirl awhile, and disappear, lah). And then I seemed to perceive him as not merely a pamphlet-givery person but a three-dimensional figure with a history, and future and a past, and I had the feeling that it would be an honour to take a pamphlet from such a person with that kind of personality and history that I’d made up.
I took the pamphlet.
I’m starting to think that either (i) the DPPS has worked too well on me, (ii) I’m on my way to becoming weird, or (iii) I am weird
To “Why is it healthier to eat lightly cooked vegetables instead of cooked vegetables”, a cute little boy wrote, “Because vegetables look seemingly lesser after being cooked”.
And to “What happens to a grain of rice when it is cooked?” The same boy wrote, “It
So was cackling over the scripts and listening to the radio and marking, and managed to finish everything in about 5 hours and then I was drained and wandered around the house singing and disturbing my parents.
It’s too bad that my brother is already married and isn’t around to kind of buffer me so that my parents don't have to get such a large dose of me when I’m back.
Today when I was taking the MRT home from church this small Malay boy was giving out flyers at the MRT station which no one was taking. He looked at me and in just a second a host of things ran through my head: where is he from? Why does he have to give out pamphlets to earn some spare cash? Does he study in the ITE? What does he want to do in the future? I’m not kidding such is my psychoticity that I was thinking all these things as he held out the pamphlet to me (but the thoughts just took a second to come out, swirl awhile, and disappear, lah). And then I seemed to perceive him as not merely a pamphlet-givery person but a three-dimensional figure with a history, and future and a past, and I had the feeling that it would be an honour to take a pamphlet from such a person with that kind of personality and history that I’d made up.
I took the pamphlet.
I’m starting to think that either (i) the DPPS has worked too well on me, (ii) I’m on my way to becoming weird, or (iii) I am weird
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