How Does It Feel Now?
January 07, 2008
Remember how it felt when you hold the truth, when everyone else around you kept hold to their own theories to a situation --a longing to let everyone know the truth you've been keeping secret, a longing as irritating as the little debate going on inside your head that revolved around the identity of an Indian delicacy -- Sorry, I meant
thosai... *coughcough* "
To Say or Not to Say?". With a frantic little siege at the back of your mind, it isn't hard to digest a few accusing words or stares, right? Yea,
right -- Well, not exactly. As how we are influenced by our surroundings, our decisions are practically made from the same old recipe. Decisions vary, and may sometimes step into a boundary of a neighbouring nation rightfully governed by Mr. Double-Standard under certain circumstances -- excusable as
desperate measures, in our dictionary, of course -- to loosen the tension of a problem. Back to the question, if certain truths we hold are somewhat personal, modest people would simply choose to zip their lips in to sustain a low-profile whereas on the corresponding side, not-so-modest people would
gladly keep the information from almost none. Upon making a decision
to say, they would almost immediately be
branded with either obnoxious or attractive titles - but not both - based on the level of extremity, which again is a round of decision making. Optimum exposure of either side makes one open-minded or shy. Too much, dramatically make one boastful or selfish; At least this is what I observed in school.
Now, *extends arms out* do give me some literal personal space, please *stirring sounds in the background* Merci beaucoup :) Whenever my mum asks me to stay over at
his place, I would say yes without much hesitation, eventhough I
knew I have better things to do at home. I've tried to tell her no the other time, but she insisted that I go with speeches like, "Find something to do there then. " I can't possibly bring myself nor my appetite down under the same roof as someone who is always ought to insult people apart from not appreciating the food that I-- No,
we love. The mere thought of having to wake up every morning to consume the
same, damned food urges me to slit my wrist with a car key. The same unwritten principle applies when we dine out; The food I like tastes crappy to him, and vice versa. Mum? Obviously would take his side of things as if she had sworn allegiance to him. The best part of all these doodahs is his billion dollar response to my distaste, "Eat it. You don't die from it. " A stab of disgust usually bolted through the window to my head at this statement.
Hippocrisy Love is so in the air these days.
Either my teachers are attempting to kill me or they
are killing me. What in the world were they thinking, to make us finish reading a 300-page novel in a week on top of all those assignments they have piled on us on the
second week of school itself? I have two oral assessments on queue, one in Malay and another in English, due "anytime" because the
sadist ingenious teachers wouldn't give us a specific day. Can you be so kind as to hand me that housekey over there to aid me in my misery?
... as said by Joo
at 6:55 pm
