These days the words 'A levels' hang in the air precariously like a disease. I try to think of the past but there is no consolation in the past. Forward, forward, everyday is a race to push my limits. Time only progresses but it doesn't rewind, and we're swept along with its current, the only direction, the future unknown all we can do is prepare for the worst. So, let's face it.
I'm organising all my knowledge now, tying up the ends and trying, to no avail, to develop my critical thinking and writing skills. Sounds like a lot, and a lot is still unfinished, hence sometimes I marvel at how I can waste so much time on the bloody computer.
Sidetracking.
It's heartening to see people developing a finer taste, but not at the expense of my exclusivity! Practically everyone is using a-jays now (I exaggerate, but that's besides the point), I feel like trashing mine.
Saw the upcoming A&F outlet the other day while taking the bus down Orchard. Not really excited since I never was a fan, but that may change; experienced online-shopper here knows clothes do appear different on the computer screen. Topless male service staff should be a sight to see, topless male Singaporeans just leaves me sceptical...
The Household recently discovered the Wall's Selection Gold Series range of "ice confection" (linguists - alert!), but I must say it's pretty good. Not premium-good, but good-good. Especially during bouts of depression, I just spoon it from the tub into my face. Does the job in an indulgent way.
Troubled and hungry now. I'll just call for pizza.
a little farther
6:46 PM
Friday, August 19, 2011