Matters of the Heart
I have to blog about this!
This is a 2nd time in 2 days someone said something about my heart.
On Tuesday, after a funeral wake, we went for BKT supper.
Ok, i know it sounds weird but we were so near Balestier. James and i could not miss out this time since the BKT store was closed on Sunday night.
Ok, i know it's probably bad for the heart.
And definitely bad-hearted yearning longingly for the BKT during the wake.
But that's not my point.
The point was what happened after that...
I was sending WC home and had to drop by the SPC kiosk to top up.
WC and I were chatting about her recent trip to China.
Suddenly, this elderly Indian man with dyed blond hair(not a lot of it) and arms full of golden bangles entered the kiosk. He was wearing this translucent flora linen shirt.He kinda looked at us and smiled at me almost immediately, like he knew me.WC and i continued chatting and this man went to pay at the cashier. As he was waiting for his turn, he turned around and looked at us again. Then, in an almost prophetic manner, he started saying things like we have good hearts, we will be of good to humanity , something else about our God..he asked about my profession and said WC looks like an academic(not uncommon remark it seems). He said he knows he cannot be wrong in his judgement. He went on to throw up some names in the education industry that he knew.Never heard of them.
It was really freaky you know.
And I actually felt I've seen that man before. Somewhere.
The only name that kept coming back to my mind was: The Devil
I dunno why. The incident that came to mind was the demonised slave girl who was proclaiming Paul was the servant of the Most High.
But it was uncanny, scary, freaky.
"You have a good heart."
And that's what my doctor said to me just now when i went to the clinic.
I did an x ray to check out my lungs and sinuses after the 3 month cough.It's april now and it's back again. =(
"You have a nice big heart."
Again, i couldn't tell if that was a complement.
Am i like, so fat, my heart is bigger than others?
Is that something to be happy about?
I have more blood pumping around?
What??!!
So i asked him to point out which was the heart.
"You're looking at it! Here!"
Like I'm supposed to know.
After he found out I'm a teacher and not some jock, he started to explain my condition in greater detail.
Blarh, blarh, blarh,..no more weekend warrior soccer for a while..(ouch!!)..blarh, blarh, blarh...
I went out to pay and OUCH!!
$49 bucks!! OUCH!!
I have a nice big heart, i now know. Not him though.
It was like the devil himself making me pay.
This is a 2nd time in 2 days someone said something about my heart.
On Tuesday, after a funeral wake, we went for BKT supper.
Ok, i know it sounds weird but we were so near Balestier. James and i could not miss out this time since the BKT store was closed on Sunday night.
Ok, i know it's probably bad for the heart.
And definitely bad-hearted yearning longingly for the BKT during the wake.
But that's not my point.
The point was what happened after that...
I was sending WC home and had to drop by the SPC kiosk to top up.
WC and I were chatting about her recent trip to China.
Suddenly, this elderly Indian man with dyed blond hair(not a lot of it) and arms full of golden bangles entered the kiosk. He was wearing this translucent flora linen shirt.He kinda looked at us and smiled at me almost immediately, like he knew me.WC and i continued chatting and this man went to pay at the cashier. As he was waiting for his turn, he turned around and looked at us again. Then, in an almost prophetic manner, he started saying things like we have good hearts, we will be of good to humanity , something else about our God..he asked about my profession and said WC looks like an academic(not uncommon remark it seems). He said he knows he cannot be wrong in his judgement. He went on to throw up some names in the education industry that he knew.Never heard of them.
It was really freaky you know.
And I actually felt I've seen that man before. Somewhere.
The only name that kept coming back to my mind was: The Devil
I dunno why. The incident that came to mind was the demonised slave girl who was proclaiming Paul was the servant of the Most High.
But it was uncanny, scary, freaky.
"You have a good heart."
And that's what my doctor said to me just now when i went to the clinic.
I did an x ray to check out my lungs and sinuses after the 3 month cough.It's april now and it's back again. =(
"You have a nice big heart."
Again, i couldn't tell if that was a complement.
Am i like, so fat, my heart is bigger than others?
Is that something to be happy about?
I have more blood pumping around?
What??!!
So i asked him to point out which was the heart.
"You're looking at it! Here!"
Like I'm supposed to know.
After he found out I'm a teacher and not some jock, he started to explain my condition in greater detail.
Blarh, blarh, blarh,..no more weekend warrior soccer for a while..(ouch!!)..blarh, blarh, blarh...
I went out to pay and OUCH!!
$49 bucks!! OUCH!!
I have a nice big heart, i now know. Not him though.
It was like the devil himself making me pay.
posted by ch-eology at 9:01 PM
1 Comments:
big heart is much better then being called, big foot, big mouth, big backside, big bellie, big...etc
you get the picture.
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