Have you ever thought that we’re not real?

That we could just be a figment of God’s imagination?

I mean, we’ll never know. Because we’re IN it.

Just like the flea inside a rabbit’s fur would not know any other Reality other than the world of Fur.

So what really defines Reality?

Is it our senses? Our thoughts or reasoning?

One day we might wake up and realize what we thought of as Reality has been nothing but a Dream.

You must excuse me. I’ve been reading on Philosophy >.<

Social Obligations

“Who’s going to the MRT?” The lady stood up and surveyed the table.

I could have continued looking at my bag and pretend to be arranging stuff, but by some involuntary muscle movement, her eyes met mine. I am a terrible liar. If I were to not acknowledge her question, or said something untrue, I was sure she would have seen through me straightaway.

“Me.” I heard my dreaded voice say.

She looked happy enough while I started silently stabbing myself.

Darn it! Now I’d have to make small talk with her all the way home! And the worst thing was, she lived in SK too!! That’s 14 – FOURTEEN STOPS of pure agony.

Never mind that we’d probably have plenty to share, having just attended the same course and teaching the same subject. Never mind that I might have learned a thing or two from her, with her being more experienced in the field. Never mind that having someone to talk to on the way home isn’t all that bad.

Wait, it is.

I love long train journeys because I can use the time to think. Stone. Read. Sleep. Listen to music. BE ALONE.

As we walked out of the building, she suddenly remarked: “We could actually take the circle line. There’s a station nearby. Can walk there.”

And I immediately said, “I’ll still need to go Vivo to get something. Ok, see you!”

The amount of relief which flooded my heart and soul at that moment is indescribable.

I went home happy, reading, thinking, sleeping, and prolonged the solitary journey by walking home from CP, with a celebratory cup of bubble tea.


2 more days of course to go…

Love Nags

Ever since my parents were informed that I’m going to Vietnam in December, breakfast has been a particularly tricky situation.

It does not help that I have been on MC for the past few days AND unable to verbally fend for myself (wisdom tooth.. sigh).

So, imagine this scene:

Everyone would be seated at the breakfast table. I’d be slurping some porridge and feeling sorry for myself. Dad would be reading the newspaper. Mum would be peeking over at what Dad’s reading and occasionally askingΒ  him what’s this news about, what’s that article saying, etc…

It all starts once Mum gets bored of peeking and asking questions.

Then she turns to ME.

“Girl ah, when you go Vietnam must be careful you know. The people there are different from the people here. They don’t speak English, I don’t know how you all going to communicate with them.”

And Dad joined in to form a volley of nags about how the Vietnamese cannot understand English.

That was Day 1. Language.

On Day 2, they nagged about financial safety. About how pickpockets are so smart these days. About how you could be carrying your backpack in front of you and they can still manage to slit through your bag and steal your money. This was very concretely supplemented with real-life stories and experiences collated from Mum’s colleagues. The session was also followed-up with a convincing talk on precautions to take. (Eg: Keep your money in different places, don’t flash your money around, etc)

Day 3 – Roads.

“Girl ah, when you all go Vietnam, when cross the roads, must be careful. There they have no traffic lights, the cars anyhow one. Don’t be like want to cross don’t want to cross… very dangerous!”

And Dad went as far as to illustrate specific situations when I should not cross the road. For example, when your view is being blocked by a bus and you can’t see oncoming traffic, you should not cross!

I nodded my head and said: “orh.”

If I sound irritated, I am not.

I am, in fact, very amused at how they have managed to CATEGORIZE the topics they want to nag about, and seem to be rolling them out one day at a time, one topic at a time. That takes some skill!

In other news, I can start eating solid food again! Yay!

Everything in its Time