Yesterday, my life consisted of me wandering around the school park, Rupert park and overall the Begbie area. It was my second walk and I considered this walk just as equally refreshing as my first. I did encounter two people that I never thought I would ever talk to again.
The first person I encountered was Belinda's mom. I knew where she lived (because many a time Angelo and I saw her walking into her house as we walked back) and it just so happened that as I walked past her house, her mom was coming home. So her mom says something along the lines of, "What are you doing here?" and I say, "Taking a walk around the neighbourhood." (this is in Cantonese by the way). She doesn't hear me the first time, exits her car and then repeats her question. We then engaged in a brief conversation about how I got the scholarship thing (it was kind of embarrassing). Then she ends our little chat by saying that I should come over one day, although I doubt that I will ever do so.
My second meeting was with a family who was walking down to the school playground. I had seen the two little children (one boy and one younger sister) and their mom at the school a lot and I knew the mom was a good parent. So I shut my mind up about how I'll look like a stalker if I said hi and just said, "Hello." The mom smiles and says, "Hello." back and I walk away feeling pretty good about myself.
Yeah, I Didn't Mention The Design
So the design of my blog supports being strong and being a fighter (I'm having thoughts about having The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes automatically played whenever a visitor visits). There's also a new favicon (that little image beside the title of my blog in the tab) of a fist and I also used the same fist in the background.
Overall, I think it looks pretty decent for five minutes of work (well, might have been 10). I'm pretty proud of it myself though. I hope you guys will enjoy it.
Addiction
I can say that most people have somebody important in their life who is addicted to something. There are various addictions. Such as addiction to chocolate to addiction to smoking.
My dad is a smoker. I don't know how much he smokes per day, but all that I know is that he smokes. When I was younger, I tried to get him off of it. Now whenever I try, he just replies with a sigh and, "It's not that easy." I don't get it. I wish I would. I know that he really wants to stop smoking and he's trying really hard to fulfil that goal. I had a thought that I've now uncovered. Not too long ago, I thought, "One day, I'm going to smoke one cigarette and film a whole documentary about it. I'll document my feelings, my cravings and how difficult it really is to get off smoking."
So. That adds something to my life long goals list. My first lifelong goal was to find out what happens when I die (it will be my last goal). My second lifelong goal is to smoke a cigarette and make a documentary out of it.
Oh joy.
Final Thoughts Of This Post
I neglected to mention something in the first subject that I was talking about. During my walk, I headed to school. I stayed at school for a bit and then I got ready to leave. But as I started to leave, I stop abruptly and looked behind my back. I seriously thought that a random friend of mine was going to pop up from the front stairs.
It's funny, because I stayed there twice as long as I intended to. I just kept on looking behind my back, contemplating if somebody would really appear. Funny how life works. You just keep thinking that whenever you finally go, somebody will appear and you'll miss them.
Today I am a 8. I've stopped doing the happy wagon thing, because it just gets tiring. There is absolutely no good reason in my life to be a 10. It wouldn't feel right to say that I'm as happy as a 10. Well. Goodbye.
"A man growing old becomes a child again." - Sophocles
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