hmmm. met an interesting person yesterday (051202), through xiz's southquest. she's an old (very) girl, graduated in 1995, studied psychology at murdoch (!! lots of hares to be run over during hare season=S) hmmm...lots of memories.....like running over a hare....having my first drive...mosquitoes everywhere...nice cafes that were out of reach though....learning to ride a bike down the huge sloping brick pavement=S wattles. hmmm. well like i said, to everyone and everything you say hi you must say bye. well such is life.
we walked walked walked. walked some more. hmmm. next day we went for the youth challenge thing....got briefed again. went with val n serene to bishan to sell pens, during which we were subjected to. well. all sorts of humiliation, running after one cent coins (of course i didn't know it was only 1c until i approached it) in front of the person who just donated it, talking into pple's backsides... and the worst thing was that, the thought of "i-have-no-$-for-lunch-except-what-i-just-'earned'"....which was pretty miserable (20+). i couldn't just, open my wallet and see money inside. isn't that scary? i mean yeah sure i could earn quite alot in one morning but it's just the insecurity of it, the instability. i tried explaining to val she didn't get it-_- ah well expected.=P so mean.
i gave my parents this huge lecture about having growing-up kids. they actually "listened" (i.e. sat there didn't say much/didn't have anythign to say. since my argument was so perfect. ahem sereine.). anyway i said that when i have a kid i wouldn't be like them. i hope i can keep that up.
and then i went down for my walk in the cck park (mainly coz the other small one was flooded). it was nice n peaceful.....hmmm...had alot of time to think about stuff. there were trees/seeds imported from...venezuela...africa...the phillipines.....har. don't think it matters that much, which is sad. ah heck in such a ... moody mood. nice dimly-lit paths with neatly trimmed bushes don't really help either.
posted by sunny @ 12:20
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