Makeshift

There was inter me repulsion just a moment ago. The debate topic was whether to blog, or not to blog. The optimistic me says "hey, you have nothing to lose, just blog". while the pesismistic me kept drowning my conscious with thousand and one non-unique reasons not to blog. the reason being, " you know you won't like the keyboard ". yes, and that is very true. How fluently I compose and construct my words is directly proportional to the square of how much I find it comfortable using the keyboard.

The purpose here of this post is not to meaninglessly go on ranting about how this makeshift computer will affect my life and how emo it will cause me to be.

The celebration in school was decent. (sorry, couldn't come up with a better word). The core reason for me being there is because this day here is the last ever CNY celebration I am ever going to attend, while being still affiliated to a formal government education institute. There wasn't any last year (I wasn't enrolled in any school yet). So I wanted to check out all that hype. Perhaps, it's not that butt-bursting, sophorific event afterall.

And the bright side was that I didn't fall asleep. There were priceless moments of fun laughter peace and joy. I did enjoy myself afterall but I found the events terribly cliche. Lion dance is definitely one of them but what's CNY celebration without a lion dance. However, thumbs up to the management commitee and the teachers who actually spend time and effort coming up with the music video (of how dating was like a decade or two ago was like), [extremely hilarious material]. I found the collaboration of teacher's wedding photos a refreshing idea. But it was to the dismay of many (and I believe, everyone) that we did not see distinct, prominent figures like Mr wong ah see. And boy, how much we were anticipitating a black-and-white photo, probably with fading colours and you can see the yellowish decay of the photo engulfing it's 'artistic nature', ironically, pushing it to futhur artistic realms. The photos, were actually, again, extremely explosive material. not in flames, but causes one to burst into laughter.

And, the effect of time on several people can really be evident, infact, too evident. Some teachers look world's apart from their wedding day.

But I believe not many would have the luxury of having their pictures buffed using photoshops. It's a pity I do not recognise many of the teachers, but I certainly know the unfriendly faces which bred my the evasive nature within me.(lest I get caught for longer than average hair.)

And I have to rant once more that I ain't feeling satisfied without seeing Mr wong's wedding photo. I am inclined to believe that cameras weren't invented then. That was a joke, purely a joke.

Thumbs up for the event. I didn't regret going. More of, I had nothing else better to do at home with my com being a huge gigantic super ubber paper weight. But I ain't getting any paper under it because too much effort will be required to get the paper off it. That was, ah heck, so crappish.

I spend the remainding time today lurking around the net, youtube on this makeshift computer (with a half-baked keyboard). The experience here, is not one of absolute quality, but it certainly highlights the presense of the computer (and the net) and it causes me to actually be thankful that I have access to the rest of the world. I must have taken things for granted. But being cut off from the rest of the world is not a nice feeling. especially when i am (almost without fail), 24 hours online per day.

As the sun was about to set, my closer cousins arrived one by one. Basically my first layer external family are here to visit for the reunion dinner. I'd say every year feels the same. I don't think it ain't applied to my dad and his brothers but for me and uncles and aunties, there is this ice between everyone. Inevitable, but uncomfortable. I'd prefer to stay burrowed in my room, with the comfort of the aircon, and the door.

Food was decent. Steamboat. It's has been a very long time since I actually had steamboat. My last memory of such "practical DIY" styled meal was the meal and Seoul garden after Olevels which is a lessoon on a chapter of my history of me by itself.

I couldn't believe it, I was getting too lazy for my own good. You could say, I ate no steamboat. I had fishballs plus rice, and a great time inhaling efferversene from the magic bowl.

Is it just me, that finds it absolutely unright to be eating steamboat without a stop watch?