let lemons be angry

The Day I Didn't Go to the Halloween Party was also the day...

- i realised I am now consequentially opinionated. In other words, i'm growing up. My choice and my reason never used to be important.

-I ate a whole lot of dessert at the moon cafe: matcha bulvarian cream with tapioca cream on top, "fengyou" konnyaku jelly and fruits in strange fizzy syrup, strawberry sherbet that doesn't melt, mango-ish pudding with tiny sugarballs, panadol strawberry healthy energy yoghurt drink, and the amazing sesame mango parfait with cornflakes at the bottom.

-I saw a "Ru Paul Barbie".

-I happened to see, most unfortunately, the long hair all grown into a butt-grazing ponytail, without any of the beauty or grace associated with butt-grazing ponytails. Because it's his ponytail.

-I made peace with my sculpture and presented it at long last. The third version, no less.

-I watched "everlasting regret" with bong and found it well-propped, well-filmed, but horribly acted and edited. The editor obviously never took Oh Soon Hwa's 4d class in narration. When we weren't guessing what had just happened, we were going "huh!" in disbelief at what had just happened.

-I rediscovered the simple joy of sharing lots of food.

-T.Rex 2 and Jack Johnson!

-I found myself fearing that something would happen to my dad if i left him alone for a second. "He went to park the car and never came back." I appreciate all the little and big things he does for me, and i only wish it wasn't so late i see each moment for what it is. Forcing me to drink something hot in the morning, sending me to school when i wake up late or come back to retrieve forgotten items, never suspecting me of having changed since i was 2, always ready for a new happy day.