monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents, and the second half by our children.\"----Clarence Darrow (1857 - 1938) Hey y'all. Wassup with Singaporean parents? Man these people should really learn to let go. Let go, and let God. I mean, don't these people have anything better to do other than being all neurotic and worrying, and destroying their health and lives in the process? I know, i'm not in any position to comment, having the freedom to do anything i want. Well almost anything. Clubbing, smoking or loose screwing would warrant a chopping off of my guinness and a smack on my face that would result in nothing less than a 180 degree anticlockwise rotation of my skull. But i've seen really screwed up parents as well. One friend of mine had to LISTEN to the tv cos he was banned from watching it, while his mum had it on full volume in the living room. Another ex-classmate either had his head yanked back or his mum's hand over his eyes whenever any kissing scene popped out in a movie. And according to him, it weren't those steamy, raunchy kissing scenes, considering that the movies that he's ever watched with his mum were the Disney ones. I really can't imagine what she'll do when they watch animals copulating on Discovery. Gouge his eyeballs out?? And you know what, as much as we try our best to fight it, we do tend to have the character of our parents. So i swear, if ever i do go watch a (disney) movie with that friend and i get my eyes covered during a harmless kissin scene, there'll be one more guinness strewn over the Lido floor. I mean hello, kids leave home when they're 18 in America. They lead their own happy lives, and so do their parents. And everything turns out fine. Of course, that's if you overlook the 5 abortions, minute crotch rash and a criminal record longer than binny's breakfast menu. And that's just the mum. The kid's probably dead from an overdose of cocaine. Point is, there should be some sorta balance here right? Between holding on and letting go? I feel like telling those parents who treat the assessment books section of popular bookstore as their second home to take the money spent on that basket of books they're carrying and use it to buy their kids a ball, bike, or a bible. They need to relax man. Learn from the kids. Of course we've gotta repay the favour by not screwing our lives up. And that only we can do, by finding the mid point between right and wrong. And we're really really bad at it, by the looks of the bengs and lians sitting outside bishan mrt every day. Not that i'm good at it myself, ok i admit, i suck at it. Finally went into my favourite building in Singapore to take a look yesterday. I've always been intrigued by architecture and the design of buildings. And yesterday i managed to go into parkview square. In case some of you don't know, it's the gothic brown building along the stretch of road linking bugis and city hall, yeah, the one with the spotlights, the one which batman would love to jump from, the one where the roof would be ideal for evanescence to hold a gig. The one opposite raffles hospital. I tell you it's beautiful. The statues, the fountains, the palm trees swaying in the night breeze, the divergent spotlight beams all focusing at the top of the building, as if gargoyles would break out of their stone and appear any instant. It's just great. Ok will stop here. Enjoy ur day. 8:57 a.m. - 2003-09-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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