A part apart.

Ray has been working very hard these days. Work at the comic shop takes up about 4.5 days of his week. Shipment day falls on every thursday, which is also his busiest and most exhausting day at work. Ray never fails to call me at night, even though he may be tired out from a busy day at work, and it surprises me how much we have to talk about. (I am most talkative when I am with him, but mostly I just talk a lot of rubbish. Ray is most annoying when he is with me. I dunno why. ): ) Ray spends his days off with me most of the time. Sometimes he spends them with his mom and brings her out for meals like the good boy he is. I appreciate that ray is working hard for us, and I love him for who he is.

At 5 am in the morning I declare my love for you through the interweb: I love you raymond tay! xoxo

If I had one million dollars, and if I spend 50 dollars a day for the rest of my life, that one million dollars could last me 54 years, 9 months and 18 days. School is awesome.

1. I don't spend that much a day. That sum will last me much longer.
2. I don't know if I'll live to 76 years old. I could probably spend much more than $50 a day.
3. It would be awesome if I had a million dollars.
4. School is not awesome.

right...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa......

Don't call me a Stalker

So I found my cousin's blog after much snooping on google, and I realised she's a much more down to earth person than she lets on during the occasional conversations we have.

The oldies have been comparing us to each other ever since we were toddlers, making us stand back to back to see who's taller, side by side to see who's "healthier" (amazing euphemism for "fatter"), until it got to a point where Chinese New Year was (and still is) closely associated with being judged by the relatives. Even though they don't do it as much now, I bet you in their hearts they're all thinking that my cousin's the smarter and awesomer one who's going to bring honour and glory to the family while I'm the stupider and fatter one who's gonna waste her life away as a bum, or something. ):

Anyway, all that comparing didn't stop me from running off downstairs to the playground with her each year to talk about our lives, and to gossip about the aunts and uncles, or to buy sparklers with our ang bao money from the mamak store. The most vivid memory of us sitting at the playground involved her telling me about her guitar club, her good friends in school which included guys and guys didn't happen in ther school until she went to JC, me in my sec 4 short-hair-large-tee-shirts-and-berms phase, stepping on some smelly cat poo, and above all, the longing to do this every single time we meet during the subsequent CNYs.

But it didn't happen again. I think somehow we just outgrew such feelings of spontaneous chummy behaviour. Somehow reading her blog brings back a little of those days, where she was open around me and we could talk about anything. The past few years she pretty much keeps mum.

I think I like reading blogs for that reason. You get to see another side of people that isn't always apparent when you interact with them in real life. You get to see how another person's life is lived, and knowing that you can't get to experience every single thing that this world can offer in your short lifetime, you can always rely on other people's experiences to get a sense of the possibilities you're missing out. You see the vast strata of lifestyles and experiences and it just makes you wonder. But more than anything, I like how blogs give different perspectives about people.

I never thought that I would feel this way, but somehow looking at all those facebook posts makes me feel more distant than it makes me feel connected.

teeheehee

So I have very just finished viewing my dear cousin's photos on facebook, those taken with his girlfriend, in an album titled ":D" which, in my opinion, says very much about the state of their relationship and I think it's pretty awkward seeing him pose rather intimately with her. Well when I say intimately I don't mean they were eating each other's faces or something, they were really just hugging, and maybe it got slightly raunchier towards the end of the album where he was kissing/smelling her face. (HAHA what were you expecting huh?) I dunno man, there's just something quite uncomfortable seeing your cousins and their other halfs posing like that for photos. I mean, where's the guy who used to put bunny ears on your head in group pictures you know? And the guy who used to make funny faces at the camera? Where did he go too? Heehee.

IT'S SO WEIRD i still have that weird feeling in me, and it kinda makes me want to giggle awkwardly i don't know why. hahaaha somewhere else another cousin must be looking at my facebook photos thinking "This is SO WEIRD HEEHEE" *giggles*. HAHAH okay I just made myself feel weirder.

In another day and time, having dealt with secondary school kids I think they're quite a funny bunch, as in they really make me laugh and it's good. They call me "cher" and it makes me feel good too. HOHOHO. Well I wouldn't know because it was really pretty much a one off thing, and I don't know if after having to face them for 9 months in a year I would still think that they're "quite a funny bunch, as in they really make me laugh and it's good". Ah, I can still think about it then I guess.

So at work today there was a trainer who stopped his workout and hung around the counter for about 15 minutes, afterwhich he said "Okay i'm gonna go work out now, i just became smaller." Okay that's random.

You have a nice day too! (: