POLYMER

When a specific emotion or line of thought keeps building, you know you've hit the jackpot: either you're going to achieve that cool goal or end up losing yourself. And that's all about being Polymeric.

Managed to get "People" done before I march back for ICT this end of the month. Strangely, I'm kinda looking forward to it. Perhaps cos I haven't been doing much, so heading back to being green feels kinda refreshing: a change of sceneries and environment altogether?

Ah well. Mumbo Jumbo.
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I felt so... COMMUNITY today. As the story goes right, mom had this party (AGAIN) right, with all her friends coming over to sing, play and dance right (I mean it - folk dance friends), and I was informed 4 or 5 friends would be here in the afternoon right. Then a whole bunch of 10 or 12 came right, so I had to help prepare the food right, and have to be like, watched by 10 or 12 housewives as I cook right, and they were like going, "Oh! How clever! Ah boy can cook some more! Help mommy some more! Not bad leh!"

Then, before long, my dad came home and he was like... WOAH! So he devised this brilliant plan of fetching my sis Anne as soon as my mom spoke to her on the phone and asked her to come over too. I looked at him and told him I wanted to get out! And he showed this pitiful expression as if I would cage him in instead. So right, I looked at him and asked if he wanted to get out from this party too right. He SMILED! OMGOMGOMG! Well, what can I say right? I let him go pick Anne lor.

Then right, I thought it be nice to inform my other sis about the party right, SMSed her that if she wanna avoid the aunties, she betta head home later right. She replied she knew about it and was heading home right, then not more than a few minutes after, she messaged me, "CHNG OF PLANS, COMIN BAC LATER. HEHE." I was like, OMGOMGOMG! And to think I thought she would share my woes right, but noOOooOOooOOooo!

So. While everyone was having a fabulous time, I decided to just have my share of dinner after all of them were done. Pitiful I tell ya, sitting in the dining hall gorging myself with food, stuck in an Auntie Party. Darn. Jean, I now fully understand why food is your best friend. ;)

Oh, I forgot to mention, my mom was kinda guilty I had to put up with all that housewife/motherly rants from her friends, she kept telling them I prepared this fabulous dish and that fantastic platter, which, sadly, got them more excited... To think she actually believed that was going to make me any happier~ NooOOooOOoooOo! The aunties started praising my cutlinery skills! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!

Now. Imagine you in my shoes. Wouldn't you feel COMMUNITY too?
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In any case, I had to get my hair cut today before I head back to ICT, rushed all the way down to this salon which I kinda ran into previously for a pretty cool cut. But darn, the stylist I was looking for was off, so I had to settle for someone else. And guess what... I hate her cut! I feel so... COMMUNNITY! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!

Oh well. Cyberspacemen. Tag me if you empathise. Nightz.