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Sunday, 12 August 2007

Driving along that familiar stretch of road with his three grandchildren in tow, the smartly attired man in his late seventies, with his hair neatly combed to one end took a slight glance at the digital clock fitted snugly on the dashboard. The bright lime green digits read 1.18pm. He accelerated and cruised swiftly past the building. In a blur of colours, he could make out a sign which seemed to scream to all motorists, "PUMP THIRTY-FIVE DOLLARS WORTH OF PETROL, AND GET ONE BOTTLE OF GREEN TEA FREE!" He thought to himself that for fifty dollars, all he would get was a bottle of green tea? "How amusing" remarked the little voice only he could hear.

Thankfully, traffic was smooth and thus, the journey from Hougang to Bedok would be able to take less than twenty minutes. His eldest granddaughter sat beside him in the rear seat, listening to her Ipod with her eyes half closed. "How odd," the little voice went again. "How do teenagers stand having such alien objects inside their ears? And she's sleeping..." He came to a stop at the traffic junction and recalled how once, she had offered to let him listen through those weird round objects. When he had them in his ear, all he could hear were the loud thumping beats of drums. He cringed at that thought and stepped on the acclerator once more.

Over at the back of the car, his two other granchildren, one boy and a girl, were making a racket they would be sure to awaken the dead.
"GIVE ME DOGGY!" wailed the girl at the top of her lungs.
"NO. It's mine" went the boy. Soon negotiations could be heard arising from the two and they finally decided they would take turns to hug Doggy when the car reached a red light. He shook his head and smiled. "How does Yan ever stand those two?" again went that little voice. Yan was his eldest daughter, mother of those three children. Both teachers by profession, him and his late wife, they had been surrounded by youths all their life. However those two really deserved the prize for being the noisiest kids. Yan too was a teacher, so was her husband. The car reached another traffic light and memories came flashing back to mind.

He had been born in Indonesia, and came to Singapore as a wide-eyed youth, eager to see the world. His parents were both more financially well-off than the rest, to say the least...

The memories then flashed to his first day as a teacher. Then, as one of the many smartly clothed up men standing inside the school's compounds, he felt a tinge of nervousness. The many long months of training were all in preparation for this very day. To lead and guide students to their best abilities and potential, all this repeated over and over in his head...

The impatient honking of the car behind him soon roused him from his thoughts and once again, the car moved. "How impatient these youngsters of today are." muttered the voice with annoyance. Soon, he turned round the bend and reached his first stop, where his granddaughter would alight to head for her Sunday tuition classes.

"Bye bye Gong Gong" She went. She waved, smiled and spun around. He smiled and nodded his head. As her image slowly blended in with the surroundings, he found himself left with the two rascals. Slowly but surely, he stepped on the acclerator once more to fetch them home, before heading for his routine Sunday Tai-Chi lessons as well.

"我送你离开千里之外........" went the voice on the radio.

*And Sihui reminds everyone nicely once again that please do not in any way, copy or adapt this as she has had to change her MSN status to busy, neglected her English homework and has also spent a lot of time writing/typing it out okay. Bleeeh.

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