It is only after so many years of foolishly believing that the world will be a better place if one keeps to their basic moral behaviour that I learnt how to differentiate between who is sincere and who is not. It sounds somehow pathetic. There are indeed people who cannot be bothered with you. The once-in-a while "You ok or not?" comes only when you complain or explicity display or hint any negative emotions. Deep down, they probably know how you feel but they just pretend that nothing exist until they are overtly conveyed. That, is the mindset of "The lesser I know, the better".

I am not in the mood of fighting for any attention today (as if the statement makes what I would say next sound any more justified). I totally hate it when things are left at a level whereby it simply hangs there. The notion of both parties knowing yet pretending that there had never been such an issue. I abhor it even more when one party brings up the issue and the other just pretended that such issues 'never crossed my mind'. It could well entitled the person 2 Oscar awards and 5 Golden horse awards altogether. Pretense pretense and more pretense. Perhaps the 'purest' occupation is that of the artistes. They pretend, but they know they are pretending. Pretense is 'legalised' in a way. Then again, there could be many layers of pretense. What is this world coming to? (One of these days, I am going to count how many 'what is the world coming to?' I wrote in all my posts)

All aside, my attempts in optimizing the use of Daddy's gift failed! The beautiful flower-embroided handkerchiefs could have nursed the cute man's deeply-cut fingers. LOL. Dad is still in overseas and Ken and mum are tired of giving me attention. Boo. Thank god for technology. I called Dad on my handphone and asked for attention, in which he promptly gave me, for only 12 seconds. Better than nothing. this is new, short attention is better than no attention. Look at me, blogging about nothing but still typing. I just don't wish to return to the books. Studies remind me more about things that I don't wish to handle right now. Thank god my computer is revived, otherwise I would really be slashing my wrists to relieve stress. Speaking of which, my room has never been that tidy before. I am like mopping and cleaning up every moment to escape from studying. Mum stared incredulously at me when I accidentally spoke my thoughts in exasperation:"Ah, I want to be housewife!". When she recovered, she started the same things: So you think it is good to be housewives? Financially dependant...blah blah. Me and my big mouth.

I still have one more set of photos that I want to post for my birthday. Carina dear, will you please send them to my yahoo mail so that I can blog before May comes. Hahaha