ytd was officially my loopiest friday ever (note: fridays r generally loopy with every1 being in TGIF mood n all)..woke up this morning n though "Sheesh. What a ditz. " refering 2 myself..n u may b thinking "Isn't she a ditz half the time?" Well no..clutzy occasionally but rarely ditzy..dun really like ditzy :
but dun get me wrng.. got nth against any1 who is or acts ditzy..just dun think it's sth 4 me..hehe oh well..we're all entitled to laspes in our personality once in awhile..
oh n here's Pt II of
Behind Two Pairs of EyesJane"Ouch!" Jane mumbled as she rubbed the bruise on her forehead.
"Where are my gla–"
Her train of thought was interrupted by the crack of something beneath her feet.
She sighed. What else could she do? Stuff like that happened to her all the time anyway, being just another face in the crowd.
Stick thin and wearing thick glasses, Jane never quite fit in anywhere. In fact, almost nobody in school knows her. Her family being constantly on the move added to her inadequacy in numerous social situations to the extent that she simply fades into the background. Used to being home schooled due to their nomadic lifestyle, her parents decided that it would be best to settle down in a small town for a few years at least, to allow Jane to study with children her age in a public school setting. But little did they know that their daughter hates it there and the only reason she’s seeing it through is so as not to disappoint them.
There he was. He was supposed to pick Jane up at the street corner a short walk away from school but after half an hour of waiting Jacques didn't show up and neither did he pick up his mobile phone. Panicking Jane ran back in the school’s direction to see if Jacques had gone to pick her from school instead causing her to collide with that insolent fellow. In actual fact, he parked the car around the bend, as there had been a large truck parked at the street corner and he fell asleep while waiting!
But Jane wasn't angry. Just annoyed, with Jacques, with her parents and mostly with her life. She peered out of the car window and saw a group of girls from her school, chatting and laughing whilst walking in the direction of the mall. Yet she was on her way home, preparing to attend some stuffy dinner and amuse some old fogies with a tune or two on her violin.
Her mother would always say, "Jane darling, this is for your own good." But she never saw the purpose of the endless golf games at the country club, or the regular high tea sessions at the hotel. Half the time she just sat there, smiled, and answered questions that she already knew by heart what the answers had to be.
Everyone thinks someone of her financial background would have no difficulty in making friends. But Jane being an introvert by nature, found it difficult to even talk to people when her parents or Jacques was not around, much less make friends. She didn't want to make friends on the basis of money either
Thinking about the boy she bumped into just now, she felt guilty about spoiling his watch. By the look on his face, it probably meant a lot to him.
"Jacques, make a stop at Uncle Wan's. I'd like to buy a watch. Maybe a new life while I’m at it."
Entry @ 2:52 PM;
Saturday, August 13, 2005
