Exhale

Ahh...what a day, what a tiring day. Or maybe I'm just lazy.

Went to school at 9 for the SEF geog forum project meeting with Shawn, John and Yongxi. Ended up going all the way to friggin' East Coast Park, to look for evidence of erosion. Well we didn't find much of that in particular, but we did discover immense amounts of trash on the shoreline and signboards that cautioned people against both lightning and falling coconuts.

And along the way to the park, we got sort of side tracked because instead of ending up at the East Coast bus interchange - as John said we would - bus 48 went to Upper East Coast terminal. And I learnt today, that one word makes a world of a difference.

Me: Why is it so quiet and deserted here?
Shawn: Because we got off way too late and we're in Changi. Oh look! I see aeroplanes!
Me: John!
John: *peeved* Well I'm sorrryy, I guess I don't know this area well enough.
Shawn: But you told us the bus would go to East Coast
John: Yea and this is Upper East Coast. What's the big difference?
Shawn: That's a huge difference! East Coast is miles away! Its like the difference between North America and South America!
John: Oh. That's a big difference.
Yongxi: Yea no shit.

Then afterwards, someone stole our cab and Shawn had this strange idea of hitchhiking back, so he stood by the road side with his thumb out and with what I assume was to be an approachable and friendly smile.

It didn't work.
But we got a lot of strange stares.

Had lunch at Parkmall. I think some people tried to evangelize, or more accurately, 'educate' me, so to speak, after I did their survey and they realized that I rated the 'Meaning of Life' as one of my least concerns. I really don't think that's anything bad or a cause for concern. I just choose not to bother pondering over such a matter, because I don't want to impose a meaning and live life viewing it based on some...fixed guideline which may be unnecessarily rigid. And after all, assuming the individual has free will and the ability to reason, it then becomes up to one to largely define and give his/her life its own meaning whatever that may be, which again makes any attempt to impose A 'meaning' completely subjective, so why try to come up with a one-size-fits-all explanation? But then I guess different people have different opinions. So anyway, they started praying for me outside Cold Storage, and asked me to repeat whatever they said in prayer which I thought was just a tad manipulative. Oh well but they were nice people though. I just don't like strangers to be praying for me, particularly when they touch on very specific and personal issues which I still want time to think over myself and then formulate my own decisions.

Am tired! And hungry! Shall go to the kitchen and look for chocolate milk. Tata.

Oh and everyone should try reading Murder on the Orient Express (Agatha Christie) on dark, rainy nights!

posted by Jeanne @ 6:17 PM