WOOOOOO! Kinda late to put up a post but internet was being a bitch today so I couldn't blog.
Whilst it's the start of school tomorrow where my life starts to turn slightly more hectic than right now, I just can't bare the thought that VB starts off first for the week. UGH.
Fuck, I hate my house's internet. It's as undependable as an indecisive person.
Anyway, while I was in the car today, the car infront of mine (well, okay, my MOM since she was the driver) was signaling to the left. My mom's car was signaling to the left too. You know when you have a car signal, you have the click sound?
So while the lights of the car was blinking to the rhythm of the click sound in my mum's car, it seemed weird because even though they are serving the same purposes of turning left and they are also blinking and clicking at the same time, somehow, you'd realise that either the clicking sound or the blinking light goes faster and they are not in the same rhythm anymore.
However, just as you think that they have all gone bonkwired, you wait. And there it goes again, same blinking at the same clicking time. And the cycle of the relationship between the lights and sound repeats until the car infront of you turrrrrrns and the car stops its signal.
I feel that sometimes, our lives represent that relationship.
Sometimes, we find ourselves agreeing with one another, beating to the same tune, same frequency, same rhythm. Then, before you know it, someone goes out of control and BOOM! You find yourself disagreeing with every SINGLE thing with that person, be it red matches green or something as ridiculous as whether there was more clouds today than yesterday.
Whatever your habits were, were no longer tolerable to the other person. The very facial expressions which they used to find endearing now irks them. And you find your distance increasing with every moment you refuse to solve it because you fear confrontation. Because you fear your insecurities coming through, getting you exposed, leaving you naked, to fend for yourself.
I'm not having any relationships, IN CASE you guys are wondering. I'm just sort of.. I dunno, lost in my own world. WHATEVER.
So anyway, I've been constantly listening to the Disney songs that was bought recently. WOOOO-HOOOO! My time travel machine! Hearing all those songs from Lion King that made me remembered how I cried when the father died when he dropped from the cliff, into a throng of running... THINGS. I can't remember if it was antelopes or bulls. It's just something with horns.
Then I remembered wishing that I had a nanny like Mary Poppins. Then I could absolutely have alooooot of fun! Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go doooown.... Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Oooh! And Beauty and The Beast! And and andd... The Lady and The Tramp. Oh! What about 101 Dalmatians? I always thought that animals could talk. And I also thought that stuffed toys could talk too. Too much of Enid Blyton's books.
I remember that I used to keep reaaaaally quiet in hope that my toys would jump out of my cupboard and start talking.
So I always treated my stuffed toys really well because I didn't want to wake up to find them back-mouthing about me and hating me. I think I'd sink into depression at 6.
Didn't take chances; so I would talk to them every single day in hope that they'd at least bloody respond to me. There were times I kept myself really still so that I hoped they thought that I was asleep then they'd come out to play and praise how good their owner was.
Looking back, MAN! I can be such a dork. Pssh.
Anyway, Xmas is coming. :|
Though I don't celebrate Xmas, I just love that atmosphere in the air. You hear all the Xmas songs playing everywhere, all the Xmas decorations being put up. It's really a marvelous feeling.
I'm not sure why but I guess Xmas will always remind me of the time that I had while I was working in Novena, back 2 years ago. It was my first time as a waitress, you've got to believe that it had obviously left a big impact on me. I had both the best and the worst time of my life, and I'm glad that most of the bad part is over. Surprises me that so much has happened in just 2 years and it also saddens me to know that some things just don't change.
Ah well, I'm moving on whether she likes it or not. (:
Oh yes, I've really got to stop my horrible habit of buying nail polishes. I've got 15 bottles of nail polishes that I've had not finished using and I just keep on buying them. Have got ample amount of nail polishes to last me through my 60s.
GOT.TO.STOP.BUYING.NAIL.POLISHES.
