rechord the melodies

today, a couple of girlfriends and i met up. and, needing some entertainment, decided to head to paragon toys r’us. there was a trial xbox 360, and seeing as nobody was there, we decided to try it out. none of us have ever played xbox before, so obviously we were dying over and over again, but since there was nobody waiting to play, we continued. when it was my turn, i actually managed to survive by rolling around. then i heard this odd chant going on at the back ‘die die die…hurry up die die die’, and the reflection on the console screen showed 3 mats doing it. my friends turned around, staring in disbelief, which morphed into major irritation. i myself thought they were quite rude. i mean, couldn’t they just wait slightly longer? we weren’t planning on hogging the machine anyway.

the initial irritation i felt towards them gradually turned into puzzlement. i call them ‘mats’ now because we recognise them as, well, ‘mats’. i wonder whether they feel injustice at being labeled in this manner, perhaps even proud of it. what i don’t understand is that, why do they persist in behaving this way and allowing themselves to be stigmatised when they don’t like it? at least within my social circle, being a ‘mat’ has bad connotations.

this goes for myself-
if you refuse to tolerate being labeled, then break free from it. but be yourself, and never lose your identity. respect yourself and others will have to learn to respect you too.

this is especially meaningful to me now.

im a little peeved at my neighbour. we met in the lift. in finding out yesterday that i was from acjc (amazing, she’s lived next to me since i started going to ac, and i’ve always seen her around while im in sch-u), she started firing questions at me because her daughter was interested in coming to acjc. being, of course, extremely proud of ac, i explained as best to her i could about life in acjc. running out of time, i politely told her that i had to leave, and that she could ask me more another time. to that, she turned her nose up at me in obvious disgust, and walked away without saying thanks nor a goodbye. oh, such great manners!

i don’t see what is wrong in me leaving when i am late, especially when i’ve been nice to her. i certainly feel i do not warrant her eyeing me with disgust just because my schedule cannot accomodate hers as and when she likes.

and, i must say, i feel rather terribly childish that im actually irritated enough to blog about it. but, i don’t wanna keep it inside me. so, ooh-la-la.