ME
For the first time since dunnowhen, I followed my parents out for Chinese New Year shopping. Not for clothes, but to buy things to give relatives (as in the traditional ritual of giving gifts to relatives). I enjoyed myself so much; the act of just immersing myself in the hustle and bustle of the supermarket crowd as people hurried around to do some last-minute shopping, of revelling in the festivities (think gawdy red decorations sprinkled with gold glitter, noisy clang-clang CNY songs, tarts and cookies with enough butter in them to gurantee you high-cholestrol for the rest of your life) building up to the actual New Year day, lifted up my spirits and actually made me feel excited about this year's CNY. Normally I would be fretting over some post-CNY homework/test, as Singapore teachers are so fond of giving, but this year is different. This year, I'M FREE. Of the usual school shit (for the time being, of course). So I actually do feel excited about the upcoming CNY, and intent to, of course, enjoy it fully.
Sometimes, the immaturity of certain individuals makes me feel so frustrated. They think they are right, but when I look at it from their perspectives, I see that they always fail to consider alternatives, what-ifs, and in-the-long-runs. And when I try to explain to them, they get angry and argue that I don't understand them. They insist on doing things their way, and would accept no other methods. And even when you try to seek a reasonable solution, to try and find a compromise of sorts, they will just brush you aside and continue with their flawed ideals and stubborn insistence that these ideals cannot be wrong.
Come on, you are just a kid.
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Hello, my name is Mylene.
Screams
Sunday, February 07, 2010
The feel of walking to your neighbour's house, with a loaf of home-baked banana cake, still fresh and warm from the oven, and giving it to them- it gives me a lovely, fuzzy sensation one normally experiences when anticipating the action of gift-giving. And I like it. And watching their smiles of delight- I would love for that feeling to come back again.For the first time since dunnowhen, I followed my parents out for Chinese New Year shopping. Not for clothes, but to buy things to give relatives (as in the traditional ritual of giving gifts to relatives). I enjoyed myself so much; the act of just immersing myself in the hustle and bustle of the supermarket crowd as people hurried around to do some last-minute shopping, of revelling in the festivities (think gawdy red decorations sprinkled with gold glitter, noisy clang-clang CNY songs, tarts and cookies with enough butter in them to gurantee you high-cholestrol for the rest of your life) building up to the actual New Year day, lifted up my spirits and actually made me feel excited about this year's CNY. Normally I would be fretting over some post-CNY homework/test, as Singapore teachers are so fond of giving, but this year is different. This year, I'M FREE. Of the usual school shit (for the time being, of course). So I actually do feel excited about the upcoming CNY, and intent to, of course, enjoy it fully.
Sometimes, the immaturity of certain individuals makes me feel so frustrated. They think they are right, but when I look at it from their perspectives, I see that they always fail to consider alternatives, what-ifs, and in-the-long-runs. And when I try to explain to them, they get angry and argue that I don't understand them. They insist on doing things their way, and would accept no other methods. And even when you try to seek a reasonable solution, to try and find a compromise of sorts, they will just brush you aside and continue with their flawed ideals and stubborn insistence that these ideals cannot be wrong.
Come on, you are just a kid.