I insisted in my heart and mind (like a rim of bond paper, crumpled and forced to fit in a small trash bin) that relationships should not be the only thing, that can make me happy. Of course, I was referring to romantic relationships. That's why I learned to love weekends even more. Weekends when I am not working. Friends would usually invite to watch a movie, or someone is celebrating his/her birthday so we would go to the party. Playing badminton is also time consuming and very health beneficial. Church service provides spiritual, moral and intellectual instruction. Everything is remarkable when I do these activities. I also get to spend time with friends.
"How have you been this past week?" And our answers were endless.
However, weekends are supposed to be short.
Have you seen the flick, "Gods must be crazy?"
It was pay-day yesterday and the only place here in Singapore where you could remit money is in Lucky Plaza, Orchard Road. So I closed my eyes as I sent my monthly dole back home. Although, it seems that bank account nowadays are just checkpoints, I got too excited not to think about it because of my monthly dosage of shopping clothes. After my not so tiring morning, I went home and while on the bus, I felt this sudden melancholy because of this cute couple sitting at my façade.
The boy was hit at his left cheek, accidentally by this man who has a humongous mountaineering bag, as he rushes to get off of the vehicle. The man said sorry and the girl smiled and said " No Worries." The girl immediately checked if boyfriend/fiancée/husband or whatever is okay. She kissed the boy's cheek like 10 times, repeatedly, like a baby who's faking that he's hurt.
If I was hit by anything and experience pain, who would kiss me?
Enough of being needy.
Rule A: Don't. Rule A1: Rule A doesn't exist. Rule A2: Do not discuss the existence or non-existence of Rules A, A1 or A2.
