Barffie The Whine Connoisseur

OOOOooK….
got back from Orchard (where i am going back later)
the Sheraton Towers ballroom is BRRR fugging cold…
nearly froze my wrists off…
got weak wrists, esp the left wrist…
cannot seem to tahan cold air for even short periods of time…
i guess it spells bladdy rheumatism for me at old age…

As for the Adobe shit…
all is well and all is good…
but i din manage to win the premiere pro software… damn!
not as if my computer is power enough to support tt,
but at least i can sell ok!

not thinking abt much currently
except what to wear to jacq’s thingy later…

took 14 home just now…
suddenly find myself in the middle of a busful of sec students
hollering to each other at the top of their voices,
jolting me out of my peaceful weekday afternoon nap on the wobbly bus…
the fresh-faced youths… the pre-maturely jaded me…
ahz tt was a long time ago man… *nostalgia*

i feel old inside. and i am afraid of being old.
so i got insurance to protect myself (somehow), to prepare for old age.
i dun wanna be supported by my children tt much,
i know the amt of pressure on those shoulders- i understand tt perfectly…
but they have to learn to be less dependant at a younger age.
they must learn to be street smart.
and they must understand money has to be earned,
not appear miraculously in their bank accounts.
i’ll want them to earn their keep, and be able to fulfil their dreams.
i’ll give them a hand for sure, but i have to make sure i do not hinder them…
i’ll want my children to run free (not run wild),
to be free of family chains, but not of family ties for sure.
i’ll pin my hopes for freedom on them.
but then again, i might not wanna have kids. -_-”’