[written on Sunday 15 November 2009]
Hi, I think this is the first post that I'm writing as I'm working through the night. Yup, Sunday night and I've just been to a friend's 18th. Worth it? Definitely. Now I can sit down and focus, without the need for a distraction. Except... I've just found one. You.
I like to write, that's all! One kind of writing I'm slightly anxious about is for my job as my school's Classics Magazine Editor. I don't know what the hell I'm gonna write about (that could be interesting AND suitable). It does not help that the head of the Classics department specially mentioned me and my co-editor in his speech at the Classics Symposium, thanking us "in advance" for the Magazine. No pressure!
I came back from my friend's, only to find my mum looking at me slightly ominously.
"You've got that interview practice tomorrow and you still went out."
[please note, there's no anger ruminating inside of her, she's just talking normally.]
Later, she said to me "I just don't believe you went to a birthday"
"What? Then where did I go?"
"Yeah, tell me where did you go?"
"Euch..."
Funny thing: until she [even later] asked me if we'd "been dancing", I was sure that her idea of birthdays was sitting round a table, having a tea party. Except, not really: my mum's actually quite in touch with the outer universe of teenagers.
On the other hand, my dad had a slightly more serious look about him. "In the future, it would be better if you didn't go out on Sundays because the next day you have school" (though in Chinese it's a lot more assertive in such a way that they don't really mean "it would be better for you" in a nice way. They mean "it would be better for you otherwise i'm gon kick yo ass in")
xxxx
Hi, I think this is the first post that I'm writing as I'm working through the night. Yup, Sunday night and I've just been to a friend's 18th. Worth it? Definitely. Now I can sit down and focus, without the need for a distraction. Except... I've just found one. You.
I like to write, that's all! One kind of writing I'm slightly anxious about is for my job as my school's Classics Magazine Editor. I don't know what the hell I'm gonna write about (that could be interesting AND suitable). It does not help that the head of the Classics department specially mentioned me and my co-editor in his speech at the Classics Symposium, thanking us "in advance" for the Magazine. No pressure!
I came back from my friend's, only to find my mum looking at me slightly ominously.
"You've got that interview practice tomorrow and you still went out."
[please note, there's no anger ruminating inside of her, she's just talking normally.]
Later, she said to me "I just don't believe you went to a birthday"
"What? Then where did I go?"
"Yeah, tell me where did you go?"
"Euch..."
Funny thing: until she [even later] asked me if we'd "been dancing", I was sure that her idea of birthdays was sitting round a table, having a tea party. Except, not really: my mum's actually quite in touch with the outer universe of teenagers.
On the other hand, my dad had a slightly more serious look about him. "In the future, it would be better if you didn't go out on Sundays because the next day you have school" (though in Chinese it's a lot more assertive in such a way that they don't really mean "it would be better for you" in a nice way. They mean "it would be better for you otherwise i'm gon kick yo ass in")
xxxx
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