"If love is surrender, whose war is it anyways?"
There was a flash of jealousy. Then i just felt ashamed.
Just seeing it, and i thought, "That's my hug damnit".
But I've realized i dont own her, not one bit. She is not mine, i am not her's, or not yet anyways.
Who am i to say, to put my mark on her? It is not my place.
Sometimes i just feel that kind of feeling, but i never really thought it was wrong.
How indulgent i've become, to think that.
I guess love is letting go, surrender.
I drew a picture too: http://artpad.art.com/?ibmnqoaf70s
Well, yesterday was Chinese New Year's EVE.
Interesting really, because most of the tradition was done yesterday, near to none today.
We went out for a large dinner with a few families, among them Michelle's.
We were late, but we arrived in time for the apettizers, skipping the long wait for the food to arrive.
The children had their own table, the table had its own turntable, the turntable had its own motor, the motor was confused because everyone was pushing the buttons.
Shark fin soup, which would sound either odd or disgusting to other cultures.
Sashimi, which isnt really chinese, but hey.
Fried squid, something i like but noone else did.
Some weird sushi wrapped in cuttlefish. Noone liked that either, it was ok i guess.
Sweet and sour fish, ha it aint pork this time.
Scallop fishcake. Fish scallopcake?
Lettuce, i was the only one who ate any.
Red bean soup with peanuts for beans.
Fresh fruit.
Well, thats about it.
None of the kids bothered with the tea, so i did it.
They couldnt be stuffed moving the dishes to let the waiter put more on the table.
But i was happy to do that kinda stuff. Am i trying to be an adult in the midst of these little ones?
After the dinner, Michelle kinda called me over to sit next to her, and we started talking about peer pressure and going against the flow, fashion, Singapore, education, Starbucks and stuff like that. Turns out she isnt really that bad after all, although i dont really believe when she says its due to peer pressure she swears and stuff. Her arguement was that by going your own path and not following those of others, that was essentially caused by the flow in itself, and thus was also a form of going with the flow. Didnt really agree, but it was a good point of view. Also talked about how it was impossible to veer totally away from the fashion and the way people are going, only going at more of an angle at most, something i totally agreed with, observing her low cut dress and my gelled up hair. (that was the only reason i observed the dress.)
Jin just texted, saying sorry for not talking enough. I'm gonna go think.
Just seeing it, and i thought, "That's my hug damnit".
But I've realized i dont own her, not one bit. She is not mine, i am not her's, or not yet anyways.
Who am i to say, to put my mark on her? It is not my place.
Sometimes i just feel that kind of feeling, but i never really thought it was wrong.
How indulgent i've become, to think that.
I guess love is letting go, surrender.
I drew a picture too: http://artpad.art.com/?ibmnqoaf70s
Well, yesterday was Chinese New Year's EVE.
Interesting really, because most of the tradition was done yesterday, near to none today.
We went out for a large dinner with a few families, among them Michelle's.
We were late, but we arrived in time for the apettizers, skipping the long wait for the food to arrive.
The children had their own table, the table had its own turntable, the turntable had its own motor, the motor was confused because everyone was pushing the buttons.
Shark fin soup, which would sound either odd or disgusting to other cultures.
Sashimi, which isnt really chinese, but hey.
Fried squid, something i like but noone else did.
Some weird sushi wrapped in cuttlefish. Noone liked that either, it was ok i guess.
Sweet and sour fish, ha it aint pork this time.
Scallop fishcake. Fish scallopcake?
Lettuce, i was the only one who ate any.
Red bean soup with peanuts for beans.
Fresh fruit.
Well, thats about it.
None of the kids bothered with the tea, so i did it.
They couldnt be stuffed moving the dishes to let the waiter put more on the table.
But i was happy to do that kinda stuff. Am i trying to be an adult in the midst of these little ones?
After the dinner, Michelle kinda called me over to sit next to her, and we started talking about peer pressure and going against the flow, fashion, Singapore, education, Starbucks and stuff like that. Turns out she isnt really that bad after all, although i dont really believe when she says its due to peer pressure she swears and stuff. Her arguement was that by going your own path and not following those of others, that was essentially caused by the flow in itself, and thus was also a form of going with the flow. Didnt really agree, but it was a good point of view. Also talked about how it was impossible to veer totally away from the fashion and the way people are going, only going at more of an angle at most, something i totally agreed with, observing her low cut dress and my gelled up hair. (that was the only reason i observed the dress.)
Jin just texted, saying sorry for not talking enough. I'm gonna go think.