Saturday, August 06, 2005
conversations over $4 swensen's sundaes
...die lah. 3 weeks and my study permit still hasn't arrived. nah bei. am probably going to kena deported from canada after 3 months there.
today was a pretty ok day for me. but it went pretty badly for my baby. seems the dysfunctional family unit thing haunts him even till today... even i don't comprehend how some people can expect their children to learn to love them when they make such lousy teachers... he took time out to get my ipod mini fixed for me. drove all the way with a borrowed car (and we had to return it at the first call). finally revealed to me tt his so-called 'reckless driving' is officially termed defensive driving. and even tho it doesn't look tt way, it's actually safe.
mom needed me home tonight for dinner. a few communication screw-ups with the parents. again. dad went out to entertain his malaysian guests. so accompanied mom for dinner before going out to meet my bro for after-dinner ice-cream.
wah lau. why the hell do i have to look at the ndp video??? it's such an eyesore. if i have to feel unproud to be singaporean, it's because of cheesy things like this. the score, the lyrics, the bloody dance moves. we need new songwriters, lyricists and choreographers. singapore has no lack of talent. we should know tt by now. we have songwriting contests and school of rock type competitions. they're evidence tt we have talent. so why on earth are we playing the same tired routine by the same tired people year in year out?
and oh gosh. i had to look at the damn video 5 times in a row. i swear my eyeballs have melted. i don't even know how i'm managing to type this.
on a brighter note, swensen's at holland v is having this $4-sundaes offer. you can choose even a frosted chocolate malt for the grand price of $4. tt makes me a happy girl. give me my chocolate sugar and ice-cream, and i'm happy.
and i love my bro. he thinks like me. well, he thinks. period. i still think tt most people don't think enough. it's not tt we don't have the capacity. we just choose not to. but then again if you don't exercise your brain cells they become redundant and you could become stupider.
speaking of which: interlude - i finally purchased neil gaimon's american gods! yes i know i am years and years behind, but i finally have a nice good book to read again. yay.
so back to my story. we were just talking. he's entering nus fass now. was happily showing me his matric card. wahaha. i can't imagine his excitement coz i never had to go through ns, so i never saw the thrill of receiving your matric card. i suppose to ex-nsmen it probably represents freedom. and maybe the opportunity to exercise one's mental capacity again. his gf still calls him (or he calls her) every night. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SWEET!!! it's been 4 years (ok. but he argues a lot less) and still so loving.
anyway we were discussing theories and philosophies. as usual. things like what we wanted out of life. our directions. what constituted meaningful living. the concept of love as selfless? of course we don't agree on everything, but it's stimulating, not to mention entertaining conversation.
and sometimes there are so many things tt bug me, but when i tell him about it somehow i feel reassured. he's not my counsellor or shrink, but he's perfect for bouncing ideas off. he doesn't judge. he's not narrow-minded. he accepts tt everything works in different ways and tt there is no one right way.
and sometimes, i do admit tt i need someone to tell me tt. coz it's easy to be swayed or discouraged if you have too many of the same people telling you things tt you would rather not believe, but yet you acknowledge because they are so-called the 'right' way.
and i find it strange. how i function normally when i'm not with my baby, unless he's on duty. and then i feel very lost. i feel like he's inaccessible to me. even though the difference is tt he's working, when otherwise he's not.
how do you explain missing someone? feeling like there is a gaping synapse for no rational reason because you know you can't contact someone for the next 8 hours...?
ooh. and my bro sent me home (coz it's 7th month day 1)!!! how sweet. :) thanks bro. i love my bro.
he's one of the people i will miss the most when i am in vancouver. sigh.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
today was a pretty ok day for me. but it went pretty badly for my baby. seems the dysfunctional family unit thing haunts him even till today... even i don't comprehend how some people can expect their children to learn to love them when they make such lousy teachers... he took time out to get my ipod mini fixed for me. drove all the way with a borrowed car (and we had to return it at the first call). finally revealed to me tt his so-called 'reckless driving' is officially termed defensive driving. and even tho it doesn't look tt way, it's actually safe.
mom needed me home tonight for dinner. a few communication screw-ups with the parents. again. dad went out to entertain his malaysian guests. so accompanied mom for dinner before going out to meet my bro for after-dinner ice-cream.
wah lau. why the hell do i have to look at the ndp video??? it's such an eyesore. if i have to feel unproud to be singaporean, it's because of cheesy things like this. the score, the lyrics, the bloody dance moves. we need new songwriters, lyricists and choreographers. singapore has no lack of talent. we should know tt by now. we have songwriting contests and school of rock type competitions. they're evidence tt we have talent. so why on earth are we playing the same tired routine by the same tired people year in year out?
and oh gosh. i had to look at the damn video 5 times in a row. i swear my eyeballs have melted. i don't even know how i'm managing to type this.
on a brighter note, swensen's at holland v is having this $4-sundaes offer. you can choose even a frosted chocolate malt for the grand price of $4. tt makes me a happy girl. give me my chocolate sugar and ice-cream, and i'm happy.
and i love my bro. he thinks like me. well, he thinks. period. i still think tt most people don't think enough. it's not tt we don't have the capacity. we just choose not to. but then again if you don't exercise your brain cells they become redundant and you could become stupider.
speaking of which: interlude - i finally purchased neil gaimon's american gods! yes i know i am years and years behind, but i finally have a nice good book to read again. yay.
so back to my story. we were just talking. he's entering nus fass now. was happily showing me his matric card. wahaha. i can't imagine his excitement coz i never had to go through ns, so i never saw the thrill of receiving your matric card. i suppose to ex-nsmen it probably represents freedom. and maybe the opportunity to exercise one's mental capacity again. his gf still calls him (or he calls her) every night. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SWEET!!! it's been 4 years (ok. but he argues a lot less) and still so loving.
anyway we were discussing theories and philosophies. as usual. things like what we wanted out of life. our directions. what constituted meaningful living. the concept of love as selfless? of course we don't agree on everything, but it's stimulating, not to mention entertaining conversation.
and sometimes there are so many things tt bug me, but when i tell him about it somehow i feel reassured. he's not my counsellor or shrink, but he's perfect for bouncing ideas off. he doesn't judge. he's not narrow-minded. he accepts tt everything works in different ways and tt there is no one right way.
and sometimes, i do admit tt i need someone to tell me tt. coz it's easy to be swayed or discouraged if you have too many of the same people telling you things tt you would rather not believe, but yet you acknowledge because they are so-called the 'right' way.
and i find it strange. how i function normally when i'm not with my baby, unless he's on duty. and then i feel very lost. i feel like he's inaccessible to me. even though the difference is tt he's working, when otherwise he's not.
how do you explain missing someone? feeling like there is a gaping synapse for no rational reason because you know you can't contact someone for the next 8 hours...?
ooh. and my bro sent me home (coz it's 7th month day 1)!!! how sweet. :) thanks bro. i love my bro.
he's one of the people i will miss the most when i am in vancouver. sigh.
# posted by Kitana @ 8/06/2005 12:06:00 AM 
