Itching to blog.
Went for dinner with parents and brother just now, had fish steam boat at AMK ave 3. On the way there, we passed a lone man. It was getting dark, and the man settled down on the pavement at the carpark, and sat down on the concrete to have dinner. I thought about how my family and I were on our way to a meal that wasn't that cheap.
Went for dinner with parents and brother just now, had fish steam boat at AMK ave 3. On the way there, we passed a lone man. It was getting dark, and the man settled down on the pavement at the carpark, and sat down on the concrete to have dinner. I thought about how my family and I were on our way to a meal that wasn't that cheap.
I spent today out with Vanessa. Took a shower in the morning, washed my hair, did some Math and then got ready to meet V. It was funny, she got on the wrong 851, so we were in different buses, one in front of the other. We went to Bras Basah (sp?) to look for used textbooks for V, but couldn't find any. I ended up buying a "used" SS TYS for $1.80, unused. The previous owner must've either disliked SS to the core, or was a super-neat freak who didn't write anything on his/her books.
After, we wanted to go to the National Library, but the entrance was guarded by people who said we had to go through the inspection (because of swine flu outbreak), so we didn't bother. It looked like a long queue, so V and I sat on the steps and went through some Math questions I didn't understand.
Just realised that the way a kid who got A2 for Math does workings very differently from a kid who got E8, but I'll try to learn her way. As long as it's not totally complicated, I'm willing. Math doesn't seem as bad as it did when I first started revision at the beginning of Feb.
Once we finished the Math, we went to Bugis Street go pick up a couple of shirts for V, and I bought one for myself, too. It has a cute little sun on the front pocket, it's hilarious with my wild hair.
We decided last minute that we were going to watch a movie, so we picked "X-men", the one with Wolverine.
Mmmmm.
It was bloody cold in the cinema, even the chairs were freezing, but luckily we had our new shirts to cover ourselves with, so we survived. Movie wasn't too bad, there was a lot of skin and chest-baring. Isn't that great?
Everything that happened got me thinking at dinner. Would I be able to give up my mobile phone? It's a choice, nobody can make me give it up, it's the letting go I've always had a problem with. A mobile phone makes it more convenient for contact, but do I really want to stay in contact with other people?
Everytime I call/get a call from my parents, there's never a greeting from them, it's always more of a stern order without any manners.
Being uncontactable kind-of appeals to me, somehow. I don't ever need to hear from people, it's just want sometimes, but I can live without that want. I miss the old days when people had to write to one another and wait patiently for a reply.
Think "Love in the Time of Cholera".
Everytime I accidentally miss my parents' incessant phone calls, they threaten to take away my mobile phone, saying things like "If you don't pick up your calls, what's the use of having a hand-phone?"
However, they say that and threaten me knowing that I wouldn't give it up. What would happen if I willingly agreed to? Would they regret they ever threatened to take it away, knowing that it would be difficult to contact me?
I'll find out the next time they threaten to take it away.
I suddenly yearn for a lost identity. There's nothing much to keep me from losing this one. Sure, I've achieved some things in life, but there's also too much pain, different from the kind endured and felt by people who are starving or injured.
Strange thing, pain is. No matter how much food I eat or how much I injure myself, this pain can't be eased. Just so you know, I don't stuff myself with food or cut myself, it won't do very much.
I think Elvis felt this way once, it was his fame that killed him. His fans showered him with love and attention that slowly drove him into depression. He stood at the window, watching, while his friends went swimming at night.
After, we wanted to go to the National Library, but the entrance was guarded by people who said we had to go through the inspection (because of swine flu outbreak), so we didn't bother. It looked like a long queue, so V and I sat on the steps and went through some Math questions I didn't understand.
Just realised that the way a kid who got A2 for Math does workings very differently from a kid who got E8, but I'll try to learn her way. As long as it's not totally complicated, I'm willing. Math doesn't seem as bad as it did when I first started revision at the beginning of Feb.
Once we finished the Math, we went to Bugis Street go pick up a couple of shirts for V, and I bought one for myself, too. It has a cute little sun on the front pocket, it's hilarious with my wild hair.
We decided last minute that we were going to watch a movie, so we picked "X-men", the one with Wolverine.
Mmmmm.
It was bloody cold in the cinema, even the chairs were freezing, but luckily we had our new shirts to cover ourselves with, so we survived. Movie wasn't too bad, there was a lot of skin and chest-baring. Isn't that great?
Everything that happened got me thinking at dinner. Would I be able to give up my mobile phone? It's a choice, nobody can make me give it up, it's the letting go I've always had a problem with. A mobile phone makes it more convenient for contact, but do I really want to stay in contact with other people?
Everytime I call/get a call from my parents, there's never a greeting from them, it's always more of a stern order without any manners.
Being uncontactable kind-of appeals to me, somehow. I don't ever need to hear from people, it's just want sometimes, but I can live without that want. I miss the old days when people had to write to one another and wait patiently for a reply.
Think "Love in the Time of Cholera".
Everytime I accidentally miss my parents' incessant phone calls, they threaten to take away my mobile phone, saying things like "If you don't pick up your calls, what's the use of having a hand-phone?"
However, they say that and threaten me knowing that I wouldn't give it up. What would happen if I willingly agreed to? Would they regret they ever threatened to take it away, knowing that it would be difficult to contact me?
I'll find out the next time they threaten to take it away.
I suddenly yearn for a lost identity. There's nothing much to keep me from losing this one. Sure, I've achieved some things in life, but there's also too much pain, different from the kind endured and felt by people who are starving or injured.
Strange thing, pain is. No matter how much food I eat or how much I injure myself, this pain can't be eased. Just so you know, I don't stuff myself with food or cut myself, it won't do very much.
I think Elvis felt this way once, it was his fame that killed him. His fans showered him with love and attention that slowly drove him into depression. He stood at the window, watching, while his friends went swimming at night.
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