Travelling on the train can be a very solitary activiy. I find myself gravitating towards weird ideas when I'm alone. Like inventing various parenting methods.

Seated right opposite me, I saw one secondary school girl rummaging through her school bag and emerged with an mp3 player. It's not an uncommon sight nowadays to see kids a decade younger than me possessing gadgets probably worth a few times my personal fortune. And we wonder why Generation Z has churned out a bunch of spoilt brats when we are the very people producing them.

I love (unscreaming) children, but I never saw myself as an indulging parent. My mouth twitches in disgust whenever I see kids throwing tantrums and pretending to cry. Their blind parents then rush to stoop them up and start cooing and soothing them. And I make sure the parents see my disapproving look.

I mused about how, in the future, my child would be left to his/her own devices to purchase something that "all my classmates also have". Or, having to borrow from mummy and daddy at 5% interest rate, payable by instalments.
And I clap my hands in glee, marvelling at my own stroke of genius.

I hope I stand firm on my decision later, because I know how being a parent means going back on promises. My cousin used to lecture my aunt about caning as an essential and effective disciplinary tool, but I've never seen her lay a finger on her daughter to date.

I think I shall just print out this blog entry and stick it on my wall to remind myself that spoiling my children is a strict no-no. Oh, maybe I should just record down the screamings and wailings of spoilt brats... that should work even better.

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Over the past weekend, while the boys busied themselves with expensive wires and their cars, we were caught up upstairs in our little worlds dancing and twirling around.

Fine, I painted a rosy picture. It was more of lumbering and tripping about, but I thought the end product was very beautiful.

You see, we were helping dear QY with her new ballerina character, so we spent most of the time watching ballet clips and improvising moves.

I couldn't quite agree more with her that ballet's a very emotion-stirring dance; I spent my time at home today watching Polina's video over and over again, marvelling at her moves and feeling her joy.

I have this complusion to take up something that I feel strongly about, the only problem is that I don't have any right now. I suppose the only other thing that ever came close was playing netball.. I'm looking forward to training at Eunos, if training ever materializes, that is.

Hmm. I seem to be out of passion since quite some time back. I need to be obsessed about something because I think being unreasonably obsessed makes you happy and that's the only time where you don't give a shit about what others think.

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School's workload has been getting crazier, since exams are drawing to a near. But I have been cutting myself more slack, I wonder why. I seem to have this knack of ignoring things that are really important and pushing them to a far corner of my mind, hastily finishing my tasks only when deadlines draw near.

Wonderful. Meet my procrastinating self. Hello!

It's at times like these when I find various things to cheer myself up. Like going for a facial! I'm going for my virgin facial today and I wonder how it'll turn out.

A bloated face? Hope not.

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I spent my last minutes of 2006 in a lift.

I'm spending my third day of the new year writing an overdue essay.

I think my parents are extremely happy to see me home, though they didn't show it.

I'm going to have Pork withdrawal symptoms at the end of this week when he leaves for India. It doesn't help that I recently read a book on India and how chaotic the place is, how tourists have a love-hate relationship with that place.

To comfort myself, I'm indulging myself in my Techno tracks. I know, how very ah lian, but it's great for therapy.

What a way to start the year.

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