Musings

This subject is really old, and everyone who knows me probably has heard me railing about this one gajillion times already, but heck. I have realised some really interesting and banal things

Firstly, why is it that when parents yell at you, they always end their sentences with "DO YOU HEAR ME?" What sort of moronic question is that? I mean, hello, you're already at the volume of a rock concert, but no, I'm deaf, so I can't possibly hear something that sounds like a Boeing 747 flying past my ear. And then, there's the thing where I can't be angry or depressed. I'm supposed to be a effing smiling manequin, even when my effing parents (hey, if they weren't effing, I wouldn't be here) accuse me of something I didn't do and yell and punish me for it. You try and see how it feels to have anger build up inside you and you can't let it out. I telly you, I'm going to have a heart attack before I'm 15.

So here are the more mild, interesting stuff I realised. My grandfather's name is Joseph. My grandmother's name was Mary. Also, if all of Singapore's politicians came together and started talking, the ground would sprout with the Earth's most beautiful flowers