"You've been neglecting me a lot," it stated, its tone accusatory. My brain scrambled for things to refute; nothing came to mind. The truth was, I had been neglecting it, although it was never intentional.

"You don't want me anymore."

Now it sounded despondent. I opened my mouth to speak, but words failed me miserably. How could I express my love for this wonderful being without sounding foolish? After all my promises of being there when it needed me - they had turned out empty. How do I convince it that I had meant every word?

"You have one last chance. Don't disappoint me anymore, or I'll break apart. I'm this close."

I nodded eagerly.

Tonight, I shall return home early to my forgiving bed.

The future

Sometimes I get really hyped up about it. Things like what color to paint my room, how big my study should be, what kind of tiles to get for the kitchen floor, etc. will get me excited and lost in my fantasy. This is why I can browse through bedspreads and plates/cups/curtains/pillows for hours without getting bored.

But other times, the future seems kind of bleak. Realistically speaking, my parents might not be around anymore. My friends might emigrate. I might not be in a relationship serious enough to lead to a lifetime with that person. Heck, I might even not meet anyone at all. So who's to say I can plan out my future when I might die in a horrific accident today?

I see some older people who don't have anyone special in their lives and that scares me. I know it shouldn't, but it does. Friends should be enough, I agree, but somehow I feel a void inside me that is crying out for something more. After all, you can't make out with your friends, yuck.

The best thing I can comfort myself with is that life has been pretty good to me so far. Most of the bad stuff that I have gone through are usually self-inflicted (e.g. my lack of determination/bad judgment/attitude), so I have no right to complain. Still, those of you who know me well should be accustomed to my whiny bouts of slight depression and thus can disregard this post. I shall be fine tomorrow.

I'm itching to read my library books right now.

Moonrise Kingdom

I am so glad that I managed to catch Moonrise Kingdom before it ended its run in Singapore! It was such a good movie.

Just the cast alone would entice me, but the plot, though seemingly simple, is executed in such a subtly comical way that I can't help but love the film.

Okay, although the title of this blog post leads you to think that I'm going to talk about it extensively, my main reason for writing today is to say how wonderful my life is.

Sure, I whine a lot, but deep down I know that I am blessed. Had a great talk with a friend whom I hadn't really talked to in years, and that made me a little choked up.

We both believe that we would stay friends forever. Like, if we didn't see each other for 10 years, we would still feel the same way when we met after those 10 years. It may sound mushy but it's true. I feel that way about most of my friends.

Life would really suck without friendship.

Driver's License

I remember back in primary school I told myself that I would never learn to drive. Sure, it was convenient, but was it worth putting my life in my own hands? Naaaah.

Then in secondary school I began liking motorcycles. I admit, I was probably brainwashed by glamorous Hollywood magazines and also, there was a teen chick book I had read about motocross racing. Naturally my friend and I declared that when we turned 18 we would register for motorcycle classes immediately and be perpetual badasses.

However, when I told my mom about my plan to be the coolest female biker ever [in Singapore], she went ballistic and has been showing me newspaper clippings and reports of motorcycle accidents ever since. Being the rebel that I was, I brushed her comments off like lint and inwardly panicked.

"Oh no, I don't want to fly off my motorbike and not survive!"

Therefore I decided to forsake the idea. Or at least postpone it, since I was broke anyway.

It wasn't until recently that I converted my decision into learning how to drive a car. My friend had just gotten her license and we always felt oh so cool when she drove us around late at night, lost on expressways and getting home much, much, much later than usual.

I wanted to be the one getting us lost. It just seemed like So! Much! Fun!

Still, my state of perpetual bankruptcy prevented me from pursuing this dream of mine...Until I started school again after three years of stagnant retail hours and switched to an office job at my uncle's. He offered to sponsor my driver's license fees.

Waking up every morning at 7am (fine, it's more like 7:20am, you happy?) is no joke, but I persevered, waiting for the day my uncle brought up the driving matter again.

And yesterday I hit jackpot.

After lunch, he told me to come down to his office and at once I felt doomed. Had he caught me going on Facebook/Blogger/Tumblr/Twitter/any site to beat the boredom of work?

But he gave me the best news I've heard all week (considering it's only Tuesday now, this statement rings very true): I was to go to the driving center nearby our workplace and start lessons ASAP!

So I headed there, and the guy at the counter was just so nice. He must deal with the likes of me a lot: eager, nervous, stammering and hopeful. Anyway, he booked my test date for me and I'm having the Basic Theory Test in October!

That's less than a month away, so any comments on whether I'm screwed or not are welcome!