closer to myself
I watched too much television, drank too much tea and ate too many M&M's.
There were just too much good stuff on cable today. I watched 'Men of Honor'-it was very inspiring and I think Cuba Gooding Jr. acts very well too, some Discovery Travel, my Buffy tape, the season finale of Felicity(again, will I ever stop, no) and of course, Man Utd. VS Charlton. It was a good match, but they could have done better. I had to tone down my cheering a bit cuz Mum was right next to me the whole time and at halftime she told me I needed to go do my work. :/
I'm freaked out about something. I'm very worried about it, in fact and I don't know what to make of it. Today my mother came into my room, sat on my bed and started reminiscing about the past out of nowhere. Granted, she does it sometimes but it was so out of the blue today. She was remembering how Jules and I(born about a month apart) were learning to walk. It made me a bit sad cuz of course I miss Jules. Then later while she was flipping through some cookbook she said 'if I die you may not get alot of money but you'll get a whole lot of recipe books'.
During the match she was on the phone with her friend discussing something about public nomination forms and trustees. OK I am sketchy about this nomination form thing, but it's basically nominating someone who gets your money from the Central Provident Fund after you die. Correct me if I'm wrong. It's somewhere along that line. She went on to say she didn't want to leave the money to Dad(he is bad with money), that she wanted it to go to her children instead. She asked about the age limit(at least 18) for nominations and a few other things I couldn't hear.
Whatever it is, my imagination must be working overtime. It's just...the continuous references to death. Or am I being a paranoid android. I'm just fraught with worry right now and it's driving me close to tears. Surely nothing bad is happening/going to happen? *breathes*
I wish I had someone to talk to right now.
There were just too much good stuff on cable today. I watched 'Men of Honor'-it was very inspiring and I think Cuba Gooding Jr. acts very well too, some Discovery Travel, my Buffy tape, the season finale of Felicity(again, will I ever stop, no) and of course, Man Utd. VS Charlton. It was a good match, but they could have done better. I had to tone down my cheering a bit cuz Mum was right next to me the whole time and at halftime she told me I needed to go do my work. :/
I'm freaked out about something. I'm very worried about it, in fact and I don't know what to make of it. Today my mother came into my room, sat on my bed and started reminiscing about the past out of nowhere. Granted, she does it sometimes but it was so out of the blue today. She was remembering how Jules and I(born about a month apart) were learning to walk. It made me a bit sad cuz of course I miss Jules. Then later while she was flipping through some cookbook she said 'if I die you may not get alot of money but you'll get a whole lot of recipe books'.
During the match she was on the phone with her friend discussing something about public nomination forms and trustees. OK I am sketchy about this nomination form thing, but it's basically nominating someone who gets your money from the Central Provident Fund after you die. Correct me if I'm wrong. It's somewhere along that line. She went on to say she didn't want to leave the money to Dad(he is bad with money), that she wanted it to go to her children instead. She asked about the age limit(at least 18) for nominations and a few other things I couldn't hear.
Whatever it is, my imagination must be working overtime. It's just...the continuous references to death. Or am I being a paranoid android. I'm just fraught with worry right now and it's driving me close to tears. Surely nothing bad is happening/going to happen? *breathes*
I wish I had someone to talk to right now.