Sometimes I wonder if I take after my mom or my dad.
I like to think I'm more like my dad.
Easy-going. Mean-looking until you talk to me then I'm really chatty...
A little vain, a little bratty.
Rude when I'm annoyed.
Really hug-y and friendly when I'm happy.
A tendency to be nicest to those I don't really know very well, and progressively more mean and sarcastic towards those I'm very close to.
Wow. There are some pretty horrible traits.
Still, I'm most thankful that I'm easy-going like daddy. I will never be wound up as tightly as mommy lets herself get. Then unleash it on everyone around me, valid as it may be. The problem with unleashing like that is that it usually bursts open previously mended dams and all the shit from before comes forth again. Rehash. Siggggh.
More reason not to puffpuffpuff...
Well anyway. I'm the kind of person that likes lists and plans. Yet when it comes to execution, I find myself usually using the plans as mere guides and end up winging it. I think that's the thing that parents find hardest to deal with. It's something that us kids expect of each other, not to say that when it's regarding important appointments it's not annoying, but... you've been there. You've been that kid who's massively late for the most ridiculous of reasons. You make up for it, or you plan around it - have back-up plans. I don't know how to exactly describe the psyche of the teenager when it comes to being punctual. But we usually just end up being late together.
Plans also just spontaneously combust sometimes. And if it's not too important, it's fine. This also bugs parents to no end.
My mom dared me to find my own place if I value my personal space and freedom so much. I daren't. I know if I did, she may never speak to me again. I shall forever be branded the ingrate child. The cat will inherit my room and my mom will have a void deck sale for all my belongings. Sigh.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Shhit I forgot to hit publish instead of save. Here's Monday's post, on Thursday. :\
So here I am
Monday afternoon
First day of the week
Last week of work
Reflecting on the week before.
Quite possibly, last week passed so fast only because it was so slow.
(You can tell I love my puns and ironies, can't you?)
Hardly anything was accomplished in the lab - just one prolonged experiment spanning all week.
Highlight of my week was going for drinks with Jendypop. He was flying off to Taiwan the next day, so we met at Chijmes and talked about my absence from SG over a few. Topic of the night was How Much Has Changed In A Year. And while I don't think that the Essence of My Being has changed, my worldview definitely has. Sorta. It's hard to be living on your own in a whole new world, so different from your own tiny little bubble, and not come back a little... altered (for lack of a better word).
The same can be said for Jendypop, I suppose. Life in the army isn't quite the same as that of us... Civilians. Somehow the army's managed to convince Jendy that NS is absolutely necessary for all our boys. I can almost imagine him saying 'civilian' with a sneer. Oh the horror. I don't think we could be friends anymore if he signs on.
Nothing against the SAF. Us being in need of protection from the imminent threat of a war and all. Definitely. I just think Jendy was made for... Other things. Like being a doctor or a poet or a critic... Definitely a critic. The sort that doesn't have callused hands. But then again we all never expected me to turn out a researcher. Hoho.
One thing's for sure though - we've all mellowed out. And become a lot more tolerant of ingesting/ inhaling unhealthy substances. Sometimes I wonder if I do these things because it gives me street cred as an almost-adult. I suppose it does, a little. I can't say I like it very much though - too expensive. Plus I've started to see some unhealthy side-effects which very frankly scare me. Aversion therapy, eh? I just see how over-eager some freshers in college are when it comes to drinking, and I get very very very afraid. They fallaciously equate drinking like you're 21, with actually having the maturity of a 21 year-old. Shudder.
But back to mellowing out like proverbial wine -
Jendy used to be quite possibly THE MOST obnoxious, opinionated, self-righteous and dare I say, MEAN (oooooh...) person I knew. He is also very intelligent, which gives him some sort of license to be obnoxious and opinionated, I guess. It by no means made him likeable, or even tolerable though. Haha. I don't know why we are friends. We created a new friendship code: 'Fuck off, Affectionately!' Wow we are lame :\ But anyway yeah - Jendy did not insult me ONCE the entire night, jokingly or not. Amazing. I almost miss it. Being nice to people gets a little contrived after a while. I prefer being brutally honest... But mostly brutal, because it's kinda funny. Comedy = Tragedy + Timing, right? So in a sense, Jendy's less funny now because he's all nice and warm and fuzzy and agreeable. Conversations are so much more fun when you disagree... Which we did, on NS. But never mind that. I've never been through it so I really have no right to comment I suppose.
I think for the most part, mellowing out just means getting too tired to argue about things. Which means we all become bobbing heads with droopy eyes and dark circles chanting 'whatever you say, whatever you say...'
Scary.
So here I am
Monday afternoon
First day of the week
Last week of work
Reflecting on the week before.
Quite possibly, last week passed so fast only because it was so slow.
(You can tell I love my puns and ironies, can't you?)
Hardly anything was accomplished in the lab - just one prolonged experiment spanning all week.
Highlight of my week was going for drinks with Jendypop. He was flying off to Taiwan the next day, so we met at Chijmes and talked about my absence from SG over a few. Topic of the night was How Much Has Changed In A Year. And while I don't think that the Essence of My Being has changed, my worldview definitely has. Sorta. It's hard to be living on your own in a whole new world, so different from your own tiny little bubble, and not come back a little... altered (for lack of a better word).
The same can be said for Jendypop, I suppose. Life in the army isn't quite the same as that of us... Civilians. Somehow the army's managed to convince Jendy that NS is absolutely necessary for all our boys. I can almost imagine him saying 'civilian' with a sneer. Oh the horror. I don't think we could be friends anymore if he signs on.
Nothing against the SAF. Us being in need of protection from the imminent threat of a war and all. Definitely. I just think Jendy was made for... Other things. Like being a doctor or a poet or a critic... Definitely a critic. The sort that doesn't have callused hands. But then again we all never expected me to turn out a researcher. Hoho.
One thing's for sure though - we've all mellowed out. And become a lot more tolerant of ingesting/ inhaling unhealthy substances. Sometimes I wonder if I do these things because it gives me street cred as an almost-adult. I suppose it does, a little. I can't say I like it very much though - too expensive. Plus I've started to see some unhealthy side-effects which very frankly scare me. Aversion therapy, eh? I just see how over-eager some freshers in college are when it comes to drinking, and I get very very very afraid. They fallaciously equate drinking like you're 21, with actually having the maturity of a 21 year-old. Shudder.
But back to mellowing out like proverbial wine -
Jendy used to be quite possibly THE MOST obnoxious, opinionated, self-righteous and dare I say, MEAN (oooooh...) person I knew. He is also very intelligent, which gives him some sort of license to be obnoxious and opinionated, I guess. It by no means made him likeable, or even tolerable though. Haha. I don't know why we are friends. We created a new friendship code: 'Fuck off, Affectionately!' Wow we are lame :\ But anyway yeah - Jendy did not insult me ONCE the entire night, jokingly or not. Amazing. I almost miss it. Being nice to people gets a little contrived after a while. I prefer being brutally honest... But mostly brutal, because it's kinda funny. Comedy = Tragedy + Timing, right? So in a sense, Jendy's less funny now because he's all nice and warm and fuzzy and agreeable. Conversations are so much more fun when you disagree... Which we did, on NS. But never mind that. I've never been through it so I really have no right to comment I suppose.
I think for the most part, mellowing out just means getting too tired to argue about things. Which means we all become bobbing heads with droopy eyes and dark circles chanting 'whatever you say, whatever you say...'
Scary.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Hate to admit it but I really miss Lucy-boy.
Was gonna slip a little limerick in his wallet while he wasn't looking but I had neither time away from him to write it nor to slip it.
Sweetheart left me a note, hidden on my bed too. Aw.
It's just kinda boring to come home to an empty house, you know?
Suddenly being an only child is kind of depressing.
He would bug me all night talking about everything that popped into his hyperactive mind, and when I asked him why he didn't want to sleep (because I sure as hell wanted to - I work weekdays?!) he replied, 'Because now I've got someone at home that I can talk to'. And now I see that I felt the same. We watched Pushing Daisies all night until he had to leave for the airport, mainly because I didn't want to say goodbye just yet.
Company this good, you hold onto for as long as you can.
I've always been really bad at goodbye's, so all I said really was "I'll cya next year".
Haii. I really miss the banter.
Sadly, quick wit is not possessed by many.
I'll check back in 15 minutes to see if you've thought of a comeback.
Was gonna slip a little limerick in his wallet while he wasn't looking but I had neither time away from him to write it nor to slip it.
Sweetheart left me a note, hidden on my bed too. Aw.
It's just kinda boring to come home to an empty house, you know?
Suddenly being an only child is kind of depressing.
He would bug me all night talking about everything that popped into his hyperactive mind, and when I asked him why he didn't want to sleep (because I sure as hell wanted to - I work weekdays?!) he replied, 'Because now I've got someone at home that I can talk to'. And now I see that I felt the same. We watched Pushing Daisies all night until he had to leave for the airport, mainly because I didn't want to say goodbye just yet.
Company this good, you hold onto for as long as you can.
I've always been really bad at goodbye's, so all I said really was "I'll cya next year".
Haii. I really miss the banter.
Sadly, quick wit is not possessed by many.
I'll check back in 15 minutes to see if you've thought of a comeback.
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