June 19, 2007 Going through some old posts and I realised I'm much stronger than I was in my yesteryears ; or maybe it hasn't hit me enough this time round for me to realise how weak I can get.
I pretty much found the joy in solitaire walks for they give me much time to reflect over every petty aspect of life. Perhaps I have so wondered half my life away worrying about everything I shouldn't have been worrying about.
I've been bored at home doing nothing but reading books and online stories of stupid kiddy stories being told to children before they sleep which in all aspects are not suited for kids.
Today for the first time in my life, I heard a mother say "so old already still don't know how to say sorry", yes, she da bitch. Never in my life have I not say sorry for as long as I can remember. Besides, her spoilt child actually walked and knocked onto my bag and I did apologise nevertheless for something I didn't do.
Then the day before I met a girl in the train who was wearing a dress and insisted on sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide open and I was thinking what a public nuisance. Then when she was about to get out she tried to kick me thrice and I just stared at her and her grandma. The girl was asked to apologise but she didn't. And she even slapped her grandfather who was carrying her out of the train. Spoilt kids. If I were her parents I'd slap her in public for being a nuisance. Oh wait, my kids wouldn't in the first place grow up to be like that little girl.