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Pretty Purposes
Went out on Tuesday to take a little break from my mundane routine of studying. Met up with Matt, Vin and JX at Vivo to catch Indiana Jones. Not too bad a movie, a little draggy at parts but rather suspenseful and entertaining. Felt too much like National Treasure though. I think National Treasure ripped off Indiana Jones though. Oh well, we're in a different generation now…
After the movie, we sat down at Gloria Jeans’ Café to have some coffee ‘cos I had coupons and I treated everyone to a cup of coffee. =) I did a good deed… sorta. Spent over an hour there chatting about JC stuff, gossiped about people and teased each other about our crushes/eye candy. Vin lamented about why we were chatting about school when we’re like supposed to be out enjoying ourselves. I guess it’s something that’s inevitable. I mentioned that I wanted to see everyone in their new school uniforms!
Window shopped around and we talked about a lot of stuff. Anyways, soon it was dinner time and we made our way to Carl’s Junior and had our dinner there. Somehow our conversation just became very serious (which I enjoy talking about actually). We chatted about life, religion, family, the political scene in Singapore and even conspiracy theories about Mas Selamat’s escape.
And then… death. A topic that we have must come to accept at some point in our lives. Family passing… schoolmate passing… highly coincidental ‘cos yesterday there was a newspaper article about the verdict about the driver who was involved in the accident. Ahh, first there was musical world… then we spoke up something unfortunate that happened in the past… and now… this. It just seems so… I don’t know. Coincidental? A cruel stab in the back…? I hope that sort of ends the issue for now. I mean, you can’t ever satisfy everyone. Not everyone is going to be happy and you can’t bring the person back. So we just have to get over it.
I mentioned that I wouldn’t know how I’d feel like when I wake up on that fateful day in the coming months, even though it’s a year later. But I think I need to be strong because there are others who would feel the pain as well, even more for some, no less.
Let’s sit back, close our eyes and contemplate… what’s our pretty purpose in life again?
Hail Mary.