Once in awhile, reality just gets so real and running a mile away from it is the only solution. I slip into a temporary escape when my reality hits me hard. It's all done up in my head. It can be effective but the happiness derived is only a temporary high. It can only serve its purpose for that long a time.

Today I need my escape again. To disgress a bit(just a little bit)I blew a thing out of proportion yesterday. Wahaha! Me and my superb imagination. I guess I'm always worried about revenge since I've never been the most tolerant girlfriend. There goes the saying of reaping what you sow.

I need a temporary escape because finally, I have to face the fact that we are different. The disparity of the ideas regarding life, work, us just differs. Initially I thought we were similar. Which we are to a certain extent. But his character is the opposite of mine. He was the clown today. But it can't be matched up to mine. & that to him is his craziness. What
about mine then? I think he'll collapse of heart attack.

Went down to Ikea for lunch. I had my usual meatballs and wings. The princess cake just doesn't befit its image and name. All the usual taitais and AngMohs were there as well. Well now that I'll elaborate later on.

The essential part is that while going round the home decor department, I have to admit then that we are strongly different individuals. He lives his house with a range of themes. I love mine in strong colours and white. He likes his sleek and shiny. Showflat kind. Mag designer kind. I like mine laid back and warm. I want a wall whereby I change the design as and when I like. I want colourful tiles to make up for my mundane life. I want a range a colours to rip my emotions. But he has his ideas and its not bad at all. Just not for me. Just like mine won't work for him. So we simply indulge in that sparse moments of being together.

Anyway at the restuarant, an incident left a bad taste in my mouth. Half way through our lunch, an angmoh mummy brought a daughter along. I didn't particularly take notice of them. But lunch was silent on our part and it seemed that observing other people was the next available. It was then that the little girl caught my eye. She was scolding her mom like nobody's business! Fucking brat!

We pay expatriates to flaunt their daughters in designer gards and high end schools to have their smart little mouths shooting off rude remarks. Stupid Government. The verbal abuse would have been the end of the show. But this girl had the audacity to grad her bag just then and told her mom she's taking a cab home and she's going to lock all doors to their freaking bungalow! That mummy only calming replied that she doesn't have money for cab while sipping her oh-so-high-class coffee. Little brat threw her bag right into her mother's face and demanded to have her bag instead.

Frankly, if I were the Mummy, I'll simply throw a slap across that sickening little face. Save my breath on shouting and correcting her. But then again, if I were the Mummy, the girl would never have behaved the way she did. My kids will never behave the way she did. I do have a formiable anger and authority. My mom gave me some useful genes.

Anyway, back to escaping reality. Since our perceptions can't be converged, I skipped off to daydream for a while. Is there a compromise?