The entire school schedule pretty much resembles a messy process of rushing project from both left right and centre. I figured that this is good in a way, cause it makes you more productive and it keeps the mind occupied. Vagrant thoughts in the brain always seem to give birth to erratic emotional rants that soon turn into a mild depressy state of mind, then slowly to one of a sad recluse. Which hit me quite sporodic on CNY, chu 2. I spent my day with bak gua dearest, watching those taiwanese dramas that shed tears the way they punctuate their sentences. Actually funnily enough, things arent half as bad as it was supposed. Its half the time more dramatic fluff then substance. Sometimes i do find it pretty interesting to go through this bouts of ups and downs for no peculiar reason. Spruces up the mundane life. Hmm...imagination does wield its wonders in some ways. Warped ways



The vday was spent without much hype, in fact I spent it with a friend, then met another friend for awhile later. Anyways, I showed my friend this silly spot that brought back some childish jc memories. Must have been one of the strangest placest to talk, but usually the strangest places are places that feels most at ease. Well, maybe you got to deal with the mozzies but its ok. You get abit of vertigo by looking directly down. When i reached home, there was a nice surprise awaiting. Actually nothing surprising since it is flowers. But apparently, flowers are part of The Necessary Vday Cliche, in the Hyperbolic form, or so it seems. I didnt get my bouquet of cactus though, just the usual red ones. Darn i would have loved the black ones! Haha, it would be really pretty damn interesting. Its weird enough, and weird things make me sit up and pay attention to the person. Like ants to sweets, in that same form of curious attraction. Never mind if i have to get smacked somewhere later for nosing around. At least, i have a taste of its saccharine sweetness, even if its fake, whatever ok!



Anyways, all those vday jargon and what nots, I have zero idea. So, what does 12 mean? 1 apparently means "you are my one and only". That flimsy excuse is Perfect Reflection of the state of his Manhood. The logic just doesnt Stand. Fullstop. It translates quite blatantly to not bothering to spend an iota of effort to plan or simply too stingy to spend. Ahh, anyways, 12 is a safe bet. Probably means hey you are one helluva girl out of a dozen of my portfolio girlies. Hahah..my guy friend apparently said that guys chase their girls in the same way they manage stocks. According to returns and risk. So in order to minimize risk, they have a porfolio of girlies. Risk is time and money as to returns, which is scoring a date, the girl, or a series of combination of the above. Its funny to hear him say it, but at the same time you are wondering which alphabetical order of girlies A, girlies B,C,D...and the likes, when a guy is being nice.


On a different note, I had a good long chat with my mum today. Nerissa, our new domestic help has been really moody of late. So i asked my mum what explained the blue face. Turns out that Neri's ex-husband is threatening her that he will go and get their son one day, bring him off. It really freaked the living daylights out of Neri, especially since she cant do anything to prevent him from barging in. The best she could manage was to enlist more help from her relatives to ward him off. Coming to a foreign land sure isnt an easy peasy task, and what more she has to leave behind her child to come. Its quite a disparity between what we have here and what they have over there at the Philippines. All belonging to the human race, but no equality under the rays of the Ecnomic Market. I am just thinking, can we even be a claimant to equality rights? Because essentially in order for the society entire to function properly, some people have to fill up the lower stratas of the economic framework. Some luckier in this sense, gets to sit a bit higher up on this ladder. Education, seen as the ticket to this social upward mobility, is not granted to simply anyone who wants it. Some people just have no access to it.



Dad's back from his trip. It was really quite sweet to see the gifts he came back with, for us. As usual, Mum got her estee lauder white linen which she has been stubbornly using for ages =), and a shawl. My Dad got me accessories, some of which are abit over girly for me, but i thanked him still the same, for the effort to go and shop for things that he is totally clueless. And my Bro's pretty ok, settling into his new school. Recently he has gotten into his livewire mode. In the past i used to give him one tight hug, and he will reciprocate, now he just humours me with a half-constipated smile. ahh..



Am pretty darn tired now. Such a rambling on post! But at least we have a week's break from here on. Sure wont mind on the excess on the recess! yeah.