Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Today I went to the RELC, it was a rather interesting place.
RELC history commemoration
RELC member country flags.
Next I went to the theaters on the bay, walking along the whole stretch trying to take some inspirational pictures.
Some wavy structure. I know this caption doesn't sound cool.
Singapore Ducktours.
A chinese junk passing by.
A plume of steam rising like an evil vortex from the chimney's of the UOB building...
The most picturesque picture that I attempted today. It feels so...
postcard like.
The whole day was actually quite pleasant and memorable. The scenery was less than picturesque, but sufficient enough that it was pleasant. The air was not exactly fresh, but it was quiet and peaceful without too many other souls to marr the solitude or privacy, neither were there concrete trees to marr the scenery. All in all, it was pleasant to be there in a semi-isolated area.
Actually I was happy in the day, just that the fatigue has gotten to me, when I went home at night I got so irritated. I received many sarcastic comments online about my spending and my lifestyle. It isn't the first time, but I think some have gone too far. I have no need to explain anything to anyone. There was more to this that what's written here, but I doubt if it's respectful to post it here. Angst should be bottled up inside, just writing what's on my nerves to get a pale picture.
Not only was that on my nerve, next was some other's irritating attitude, normally I wouldn't be irritated over such a few minor comments, but the above nearly pushed me off the edge, coupled with the lackadaisical attitude of several others involved in tomorrow's events, the unfair and uncouth comments from a friend's friend who has no right to judge me at all and her irresponsibility in punctuality is beyond appalling and not to mention that my computer was acting all wacky and completely restarting after several times. The pressure from the completion of the magazine is reaching a critical peak.
I feel that I was about to crack.
Sometimes I guess, only my dear diary can truly listen to everything I say. After all, it doesn't get angry, it doesn't shout back, it doesn't remark in sarcastic comments, it doesn't criticize, it doesn't whine or complain, neither does it accuse or hurt. A diary is completely understanding in every single way. Or maybe I am just burying my head in the sand pretending nothing is happening.
Whatever you want to say about me, go ahead. I am a little bit tired at defending myself all the time. I guess only true true friends know what they are saying and that separates them from the rest.
8:39 AM
