Since the cruise, I spent last sunday afternoon watching the witty and entertaining Oceans13 with Joshua. And then dinner at OSCARS was spent with the gang. I hope Harry's entry into NS will be a smooth-sailing one! :) We'll miss youuuuuuu & your crowning glory. Haha.
Monday was a Let-wy-be-ultra-lazy day. Enough said.
On Tuesday, I had a hair-raising experience before meeting Kevin for dinner & then dragging him to Union Square to see Street Salsa. I'm so rusty, I'm just thankful that my legs can still move to salsa music.
Wednesday was a really disappointing day, since my long-awaited/highly anticipated Girls' Night Out to Butterfactory with my favourite bunch of girlfriends died a terribly death, with the most annoying reasons. On top of that, I was really irritated by conversations with certain people. Nevertheless, I shall put my bitchiness on a leash and continue with an objective tone. My sweet girlfriends, WH & Sally thus decided to come to Bukit Timah (Al Ameen) to grab me for supper with them at around midnight. It was fun catching up with Sally. Haha, in fact, we realised that she's SMARTER now.
FYI, not only was I pissed off by the ruined plans on Wed night, my dear daddy did not help matters at all. Just before I left the house, he started to ramble on about my less-than-spectacular results for the billionth time and blamed it on my non-school-related activities. It pains me to see how little he understands me and the best thing that i can do is to walk away from him.
I dont blame him for his poor parenting skills. I cant, because he had none. But i guess being left with a bitter taste in my mouth from a dis-illusioned father who thinks I'm an academic wonder-woman does nothing to paint a rosy concept of bringing up a family.
Thursday was spent helping my Mother with BaZhang making. It's the Dragonboat festival next week. It's a hell lot of work, but the dumplings are simply fabulous. Then, ZH managed to convince me to risk incurring more of my Dad's wrath by leaving my house to see The Unexpected at Wala Wala (HollandV). I guess it was more of a good thing than a bad thing, since if i had stayed at home, I would have continued my bitching spree online. Hah. The bad part was that, there were too much to drink. 2 jugs of Stella & 2 glasses of Whisky is too much for 2 persons! Especially when, Im not a beer person at all.
The weekend beckons and as I woke up to the sound of falling rain this morning, i almost didnt want to get out of bed for my appointment. Haha. After which i met my lovely SMU girlfriends- Tanu & Serla for Lunch at Antolia (something like that?), the turkish fast food place at Fareastplaza. Next, we proceeded to jalan jalan around town for a bit. Im quite a homebody these days. Must be the post-holiday-blues & the image of my dad's breath burning the back of my neck.
Anyway, walking in solitude is therapeutic. In fact, very, very therapeutic. It's so damned enjoyable to just walk along by yourself, with your headphones plugged in. If you need some glamourous imagery, think the Ipod or Samsung Beyonce advertisement. I like enjoying my own company, feeling my own heartbeat. Your breathing becomes in sync with your stride. You start to notice that the sky is dark but clear. You see some stars twinkling & even 1 satellite(because it doesnt twinkle!) You see other people walking by, cars whizzing past and the further you walk, the calmer your mind becomes.
Most people would welcome company in almost every activity. They say, the more the merrier. I wouldnt beg to differ. Who wouldnt be happy to engage in friendly banter with long-time mates? Or enjoy the warmth from two palms in contact and fingers intertwined? But I think that its not only important to enjoy other people's company, being able to appreciate your own company is also a blessing.
(Enter Sepia mode) When the candles on my birthday cake were lesser and I was in an unflattering school uniform, it seems as if I would be mortified by the idea of having to eat lunch by myself, or go wherever by myself. Suddenly, I realised that I'm so over the I-cant-do-anything-by-myself syndrome by the time i was 17. It could have been caused by circumstances, since not everyone has time for you. Moreover, being able to do things without company demonstrates some form of independence as well. You cant be tied to your mommy's or your friends' apron strings forever right?
As the opportunities to do things independently increased, this new-found independence was liberating and empowering. Its like being able to drive your care by yourself without your parent's supervision. But anyway, I might have digressed.
I was talking about enjoying solitude, by choice if you want to nit-pick. Perhaps, the greatest reward from that, is that it makes you a better person. Most of the time, when a person is alone, he or she will feel vulnerable, to varying degrees depending on the individual. Any objections there? So, instead of fearing that loneliness, you embrace it, turning that fear into something more manageable, is a feat in itself. So umm, i hope you'll put your 2 feet to good use. :)
