I am indignant.
I feel liberated because I feel indignant more than remorse. I can ride into the sun and horizon with my indignation. I am indignant.
I do not find that it is fulfilling or appeasing to forcefully control out of obligation or even perceived ideas of obligation. I think we have all been programmed to think that out late = bad/haiyo/heave sigh/rebel and a whole string of other negative connotations even when there's no valid reason for it to be condemned now that I've been lifted of several duties i.e being a fulltime student laden with hmk and tests & exams, worker who has to get up at 7am.. It may be because I'm on the receiving end that it's easy for me to say this but unfortunately I do not understand it from here. I'm too far away to see where they are coming from. I choose to be indignant.

But I am glad. Because, for one, it speaks of the care they have for me. So I am glad.

Night swimming at Pine Grove after japanese class ( Rplz tIp’’qycqv bgEm! if you can see what you're supposed to see then good for you) with bonecrushing demon, claire gege, derrick and alwin/erwin. We relived fond fond, fond childhood moments in the kids' pool with the slide, playing blind mouse/mice and relatively slow-motion catching. Brief moment of hokkien karaoke and sing-a-long before going to kap for supper. Bumped into Jessalyn for the 918237674th time and martin too and then got called up for being awol. Trudged home.

See you all in DB
:)