Rantings of the technologically obtuse

I am verging on anger with a deadpan expression at my father's contempt at my lack of technological knowledge. It's just not reasonable, when he has a similarly contemptible history of dysfunctional computers smelling of toast. I am sorry for not knowing the uses of a thumbdrive. Call me backward. I am still at ease in connecting wires to my electronic devices, sending emails, or bluetooth to transfer my data. But at least I do bother to check up on the know-hows of this little gadget for playing deliveryman in the high tech exchange of family remembrances between the him and my uncle in KL. I need some kindness.

Been giving everyone the eye of disaffection lately. To be at the receiving end of the ripples of noble suggestions and dusts of reminiscences is building up the emotional baggage. The inevitable would not have been prevented in any way. Just let me be. I felt like I was being seized suddenly and shot with the bullets of fear after that beautiful dawn. Yet again, and ironically you, someone of sensitivity for years. And so I am debunking the fairy tale logic, about damsels in distress. The only way to move on is not to fear, but be fearless. The one you knew of... was never a princess.

Singapore is getting overcrowded and too familiar to pique my curiosity. Might look better through my lenses?





It's easy to know where I had been to.

Off-tracking a bit, the tenderness from the previous post is making me mild... that's a good thing actually.

Tickets, check.
Eve's Arizona shirt, check.
Luggage, check.
Route maps and must-do list, check.
Thumbdrive( yeah. got to be acquainted with this. ), check.

Off to KL. I hope to be remembered.

Angie