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| I spent most of today at Bras Basah Complex as Drama Wing Station Master, so I really did in fact soak in much of the place. I've found a new favorite bookstore, No More Sunny Bookstore at Far East, I have found knowledge elsewhere!
I found this really amazing graphic bookstore with the most extensive range of pictorial books of philosophy and sustainable energy and fashion and pretty much every topic every published.
Later, as it rained and no group stopped by my station, I ventured further and found a new, eclectic concept store which has fabulous notebooks with strange French phrases and cute cats or elegant wildflowers on the covers. I was basically in awe at everything I had only come to know of today. There are all these mystical things hiding from me all the time, I want to see more.
I want to take friends to see these sort of places and explore with me, Gosh, now I feel like Dora the Explorer.
Towards the end of the day though, I began to notice a couple-fat wife and disabled husband- going around begging for money. At first glance, I felt a little bad and then as I was about to leave, I noticed the treatment the husband was getting from his wife. Clearly, being disabled gave him a disadvantage, hence, making him the less dominant spouse. With only an arm in working condition, he found it difficult to hold the keychains and license all at once. He dropped it on several occasions and finally on the third, his wife beat him. Hard. On his injured limb. I deciphered much of what she was saying to him as she did this and it wasn't nice. Scoundrel, good for nothing... Everything along those lines. I wanted to give her a good telling off from where I was but I had too many bags to take care of so I just stood rooted in the corner. I felt helpless. There was tremendous anger in me and I just couldn't do anything to help him. He didn't deserve that treatment and she ought to have just STFU and been nicer to her husband. I couldn't quite put together the pieces.. She was his wife and they vowed to look after each other through the best and worst and.. Well, where did beating and cursing come in? It was a very painful thing to see. Once, Zachary said that I looked like I would get beaten by my husband when I got older and married. I certainly hope not. Watching someone else get beaten was painful what more being beaten myself. I can't begin to imagine.
On a completely unrelated note, I began rummaging to find workplace- suited clothes for next week.. And I have conjured 3 outfits with things I found~~ haha they are damn strange shit I dug from my closet but whatever, 30-year-olds can't laugh at what I wear, I mean its like the pot calling the kettle black so they'll just have to deal with my shitty image. I still need a pair of shoes (Shall I or shall I not debut my Elie Tahari's at URA????Hmmm..) and many bottoms and tops. Yes, that should be all, and an awesome journal so I can chronicle my work- life~~
Also, Bloody piece of shit, my sister keeps boasting about losing weight, talk about modesty... She has lost 8 kilos, IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY, BITCH? | | |
| So I brought home several pictures from dramafest which were pasted on the walls of DXO for (3) Hours of Summer just for ~~*memory's sake*~~ and then I realise, shit, they are all of me and jie yang for the publicity materials drinking at a coffee shop and so they look like ~~*couple pictures*~~ and so this has resulted in a bit of interrogation from the mother who is always quick to ask "Do you have a boyfriend?" and everytime I say no, she says "Are you lesbian?" Oh, the care and concern they shed on me. | | |
| I was very vicious last night. I might've been a little irrational, plus, I'm a woman going through pre- menstrual swings so pardon my language. But with all that said, I certainly dislike being lied to and being falsely humiliated. I suspect it's like getting kicked in the nuts by someone you don't have a liking for. I don't like what school has turned me into lately, I just want to be a Victoria and be zen and be an escapist for awhile. I know it isn't anyone's fault but myself and I just don't know what to do with me anymore...
...Maybe something happy can happen to me for awhile. Like today, I ate Collagen Tofu Dessert and although it sounded very healthy and therefore dull, it tasted just like tau huey, which is my second love (After Geography). And I also finally managed to get my Bush Honey yoghurt which has been missing in action from several supermarkets islandwide. (I know it's probably just me that I can never find what I want. NOTE: EUPHEMISM)
Two good things in one day make me happy and calm, for now.
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| I haven't walked from Lido to Cityhall in really long, I have lost my drive, Got sianzz by the time we reached Rendezvous today.
I have found out the truth of this morning; apparently I cried and cried exclaiming that I didn't want to go to school.... Which is strange because I don't recall any of this at all, Is there a world between the conscious and unconscious? | | |
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