of scandals and random memory!

suddenly thot of /b/ernic/e's post abt the a/u/t/is/tic kid earning money but not knowing how much he did... i can imagine it vividly. actually i think about it from time to time.. esp when im on the bus.

and im reading a book that my father's best friend (a girl, same age as my dad, who moved to Canada with her family and is back only to renew her passport cos she didn't want to give up citizenship.) recommended me... it's about a mother from T/a/iwa/n -- she's some political figure also -- and her son who is half-german. (they divorced) so the mother leaves ge/rma/ny when he is 14 and when they meet again 4 years later, he has shot up (height) and they don't really understand each other.

so the mother's like, okay let's write emails to each other, and you can get some money cos i can get like this newspaper to print out our correspondence in a column. so it's about bridging east+west, generations. that kinda thing.

so anyway 3 things i wanted to say:

1) i just read until a part in the book where it's like...the mother's telling her son (the style of the book is like: preachy preachy mommy, heck care european liberal sex booze drugs sonny -- not tt explicit la haha ) about how life's not all about friends, and they fall away when u start work, inevitably.

which made me sad, but looking at my parents, esp my dad, who didn't really talk to his best friend whole of tt night. and bcause he wasn't talking i suddenly felt a wave of pity (cos his best friend is like, vv noisy andchatty) so i ended up chatting to her

which leads to my second point

2) i found striking parallels b/w her + my dad... and me+ym!!!! which was like -_-. like i can SO imagine ym being like my dad, passive, wordless, and me chatting away, trying to make his future daughter listen to some new jap/anese or k/orean song i have. and u know my dad's best friend writes snail mail to our house EVERY year.. like every few months.. cos ill always open the letter box.. since young and i asked who writes them in that funny handwriting.

and u know my dad aLWAYS gets my MOTHER to REPLY her... by hand. and my mom and her aren't EVEn like... close friends. its my DAD's friend for heaven's sake. it's worse ym asking /sh/an to reply his emails for him next time. (because i mean i knOW s/h/an, i knew her before i knew ym anyway but anyway) i'll so kill him.

3) so i actually TOLD ym everything i wrote in point 2... .but he was distracted by the food that had just come. and even when he decided to respond he ... somehow ican't rmb what he said -- most prob it was some sort of smokey answer.

and anyway after tt... i asked him about his sister(who just got married) so ym said oh, they have a car, house... instalments.

then ym suddenly says like, "i feel like i have an aim in life now."

me: what aim?
him: as in i know what i want to work towards
me: like?
him: like i can see how it's possible to get a house, a car, etc

and then i felt vv sad!!!!!!

but i didn't say anything this time. n it's prob gonna be the same for a lot of us i suppose... i don't know.

n i guess this is q trite.. like vv 'common' in words but each of us has our own first-hand experience w this i guess

actualyl i'd meant to come on here and talk about /e/di/os/n /ch/en s/e/x scandal!!!!!!!! those who don't know, google those words immediately! hk is damn happening currently. and to advance my theory for about the fifth time tonight (once in email, once in my b/l/og, once in melm/ak's blog, once to my mother, ) i bet /e/di/ons c/he/n chose to come back to hk when he did because the news (entertainment bit) woudl be divided between him and //ly/d/i/a su/m's death!!!!