Dependence and vulnerability are and will always be prices that I can't afford. Time for those walls to be up again.
Just reached home not long ago. Went to see some doctor in Malaysia. Booked a freaking small bus and went over with my Dad and his friends. Now my body's filled with bruises. (Y) And they're green, mind you. His friends left first cause I had to get my contacts. Malaysia's customs is damn screwed, and Dad didn't want to cab home from Kranji. No idea why. So we stood at Lakeside MRT and waited for 98 (cause my knee acted up again and we couldn't cross the overhead bridge) for more than 20 minutes cause I absolutely refuse to lose to him.
Pride. Is our best friend. And this little guy got us home alright. Maybe just a tad too tired from the day and annoyed as to why we're so similar.
My I&R's due every Monday, and I am supposed to be handing in my 3rd draft today. However.. I think I only handed it up once. Which is on the first Monday. Oh well. I'll do it tomorrow.
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