Been repeating a lot of things lately, I realise. I mean, I was already naggy enough and now, more so?
How many times have I mentioned ironing in the past few months? Numerous I think. 
But I do still want to blog. I want to keep this blog active. I just need the time to really settle down, settle my thoughts and then put them down into entries proper.
Will be back. Meanwhile, please entertain yourselves with my archives. I believe they’re much more interesting. Sob.
I was ironing my usual “backlog” of clothes and thinking about how I started off having to iron my own clothes. Basically only my clothes, and a few of Mum’s blouses have to be ironed; the guys in the house don’t usually have clothes that require ironing (we’re kinda lax about it, unlike other households, haha).
So yes, I started having to iron my own clothes because Mum decided not to help me with the chore anymore. And basically I had to learn how to iron from scratch, or kinda from scratch since I know how to operate the iron, it was just more tedious learning how to maneuver the corners of various apparel.
Of course I had my grievances, and actually many times I’d get so fed up I’ll fling my hands and scream and want to give up, but of course Mum was there to reassure me with “This material very hard to get it crease-free, don’t fret” or “Nevermind la, very good already!”.
Which got me to thinking, maybe sometimes you just need to suddenly dump a responsibility on someone who is able to learn the skills for the task, then that person can slowly take it up.
Alternatively, I always dreamt about a steamer that can allow me to get lovely straight clothes in minutes, or that all clothes come wrinkle-free, ha. Oh, speaking of this, Mum taught me a technique that I think everyone ought to use while shopping: crumple a part of the apparel and if the fabric gets rumpled, that means this item most likely requires ironing.
I think I still have a few pieces of wrinkled clothes in my closet…oops.
since sentimental lia appeared? I think?
It’s difficult talking about other things when the biggest thing on my mind now is work and how it is going to go from henceforth. It is especially difficult raking up the past, altho’ this morning I spent a long time back-reading my archives…and I got into a somewhat weird mode of struggling between now and then.
But I know and have accepted that some people are long removed from my life. As much as I like to cling on to the past, I think it’s been far too long for any patching up to be possible. Perhaps some pieces of the puzzle are meant to be gone and never found. Perhaps there never even was a complete picture…
That’s all I have to say.
This was the best photo, thankfully I look natural in it. Hurhur, having to pose in accordance to instructions is not my forte, that’s for sure.
Maybe it’s my current mood, but I was looking at the photo thinking, “No biggie about having just a satisfactory degree.”. Cynic right, cynic.
The house’s going to have reminders that a graduate is in the midst, with an 8R photo and also another photo frame with 3 photos in it.
Lately been very tired, very stressed, and hey, even tho’ people tell me to pace out my work speed; I can’t– either I get staff hurrying me, or I hurry myself due to my immense paranoia.
I need to vent– at the end of the day, I succumb to retail therapy. It’s bad– I hate the negative “social repercussions” that arise when I purchase some object of desire, whether it be applause at my “amazing ability to shop” or for spending recklessly.
Tend to just blame everything on my split second decisions. But I can control my will right?
I’m tired.
Pay day made all these possible again.
Just let me be.
Depressing movies gets to me.
The other time I was watching 《第一诫》 I got so traumatised I was a lil weird after that, even then, I’d say it’s a good film, if you can stand the goriness. The story’s great, it wasn’t just about ghosts but more so about human relations; and as always Kelvin Tong is the master of surprise endings.
Yesterday watched “The Counterfeiters” and it could really count as a Holocaust film, mixed with a lil “Catch Me if You Can” because the story’s about this master counterfeiter, who does the illegal things of copying currency notes and passports, but who ultimately stuck to his principles, even in a concentration camp which didn’t respect principles. It was tragic, ultimately.
What got to me wasn’t just how the main character cared a fellow artist who had tuberculosis and how he helped a radical Communist cover up on the various sabotages, but how this man, this quiet camp inmate, who discovered that his children were dead in another camp, wanted to kill himself afterward. All the others advised him to hold on to his dear life, but when the war ended, they found him in a pool of blood at a corner of the toilet, with his children’s pictures beside him.
It’s as if there was nothing to look forward to, for this man.
I cried like a mad woman at that scene– that scene without dialogue, and which only lasted for a few seconds.
Ahh. Which was why Avenue Q was a relief for me– I needed the laughs quite desperately, and now that I think back, it still brings back a few chuckles, and the music from the musical found from YouTube helps with that. I’m looking forward to Snow White in December. Needa balance– I’ll go mad if I keep drowning in dark stuff.
I guess it’s only by contrast that everything seems better. All a matter of relativity– I’m worse off than you in this area, better off in that other area…
I shouldn’t complain. I shouldn’t. *psyches self*