Sunday, December 19, 2004
Today was an interesting day
It began with breakfast, followed by a fight with my mother about (guess again) my father. I swear, its so bloody irritating. Help me understand this: For the past 10 years of my life she’s been giving me this independent woman shit about how we donpt have to rely on people to do stuff for us, and then now that she suddenly needs a life to an
ulu and non-gettable by public transport remote corner of Tuas she needs me to call my dad ask him for a ride. I mean, fine, so I don’t like the idea but I call anyway, but it’s not like my fucking fault that he’s not suddenly available and free to ferry her around the island.
Is it? And like, brilliant, scream at me when I suggest she take a cab.
So you’d rather get a life from some person you barely talk to than atch a cab and pay twenty bucks. Well excuse me if I don’t understand your twisted logic. And all the above warrants an hour of
scream cry scream some more, cry some more, walk out of room, slam the door, open door to scream some more, bang door again, yadda yadda yadda God frustrating and damn depressing,
Well the second funny thing happened on the train…its another of what a friend has labeled a
public transport event Or something to that effect, its hard to remember what exactly people say when you hardly talk to them, you know. Anyway, I was standing in the corner of the train reading this book…Quantum Evolution by
and I was at this really interesting bit about em and cem waves in the brain and how every single decision made is actually the result of some sort of quantum leap between two superpositions of electrons somewhere… whatever, I can’t be bothered to think and explain right now, suffice to say that that book was, and still is way over my head. Well anyway in the middle of reading this guy standing next to me just went “excuse me…” and went on this spiel about how sorry he was about reading the book over my shoulder, but he thought it was really interesting and could he have a look (he could) and he ended up wanting to borrow it. Do I lend books to unknown strange people I meet on trains? Yes definitely. Anyway it was a bit of a mess because the whole conversation took place between bugis and cityhall, so I ended up shoving the book at him, and saving his number and then running out. Anyway it turned out he was studying at SMU, and we had a fairly interesting SMS conversation about my book, books in general (meet fellow fan of Sophie’s World!), and other little small talk stuff.
So I talk to strangers and give my number out to people I meet on the street. Not a good idea but what the hell, what’s life without little explosions of spontaneity? And besides, its good to spread word of a good book.
I also managed to get my mother’s Christmas present, at long last. Got a really pretty antique looking bracelet with flower charms dangling from Eclectic Attic. Really expensive too…something like 3 times the recommended budget, but I think I was feeling a little guilty about losing her previous silver one. Come to think of it, I guess it might function as a sort of replacement, at least for the time being. Like Cass says, I need to atone for my sins, haha. Oh, they’re sort of hiring part time on a long term basis, so there you go. Filled up a form and everything. I think my criteria for employment is: I have to be surrounded by things I like, and I want to be around people, and not files/ phones/ paper/ machines. So cross your fingers, once again.
I also need to rant a little, its been a bad day. Or week. Or whatever.
I may be drifting in a floaty, idealistic little universe most of the time, but at least I know how to deal with the real world when I need to. And if I make a decision to do something, most of the time I stick to it. If people can’t even trouble thenselves to do the itsy bitsylittle things that make the big picture happen, then I guess its not worth my time or theirs or anyone else’s. I’m not going to mention names because I think most people who read this know one another, but get this straight if you know who you are (and i think you do).
Depressing, depressing, and more depressing. On a brighter note, It’s finally starting to feel like Christmas now. We’ve got a little Christmas tree at home…really little, like shorter than me…a short fat little dwarf of a tree. See, my tree comes in 3 sections that are supposed to stick together, but somehow the bottom one couldn’t fit in the one on top of it, so we ended up improvising and using just the top two bits to construct a little, squat shrub looking thing. It so funny, like a little kid playing dress up. Also string little purple lights around the house, so yeah, I’m feeling wisps of eu de Christmas wafting around me now. That’s a nice feeling.
Cheers you all, and have a wonderful Christmas. You deserve it.
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