Lantern Festival 2010.
Apparently technology fails. I've been on the receiving end of fail-technology for years. My first computer couldn't play Runescape, the one after that kept crashing every hour or so, and now the current one..isn't very much better. The screen blacks out for a few seconds erratically, resets time and date to July 2007 every time I try to be a turn on, and lags all the time.
I reformatted it yesterday. It's still lagging.
But that's not why I wanted to talk about technology. I did mention something about RIV's Lantern Festival and the picture I wanted to show you people right? Well, wait no further because it won't be coming. Apparently, technology failed as usual and my friend lost the picture. But oh well. It's not that important anyway.
So, Lantern Festival @ RIV. Well it was the usual, I have no idea why the Spooky House is a hit as usual. It is a 'must-go' for everyone present apparently, because the people who bother queuing up never bother to check the prices and are not bothered by the length of the queue. I heard that last year they earnt around 2k, and they charge people who visit 2 dollars each. What a lucrative business, grab a few alumni members to help out and you net 2k. But that's not the point. Actually, I don't know what is. I'm always torn apart when it's this time of the year.
I'd always have to choose between my own family gathering and going back to help out in school. Of course, family > school, but there'd always be this lingering sense of regret that I could've helped out too. Not that I was doing much, but my presence would certainly be of use, seeing as my natural charisma creates a gravitational effect on people to myself.
It's always the time of the year when I start thinking about what was, what could've been, and what might be. But I've learnt, it's impossible for me to be caught up anymore, there's this distancing effect one has with age and I've wizened up and thus become more distant. It's no longer possible for me to jump into things anymore and I don't like that.
Right now, I'm cutting down on pointless contacts. There are people I don't want to talk to. You may feel insecure about your status in my life, but I just simply don't feel like dealing with people who are not important in my life.
There are 3 kinds of people you will meet in your life.
1) The one you have to talk to all the time. You need such people to live, to cover your ass when you slack off, to tell you what you need to bring to school, et cetera. You contact such people highly often and their names can roll off your tongue.
2) The kind of people that was type 1. Your friends from a school you graduated from will fit into this category nicely. You will miss these people because memories are like Polaroids--distant, faded, but precious because they come in limited quantities. There's someone I promised to write an erotica for/about, well, you fit in here and hello I do hope you read this (;
3) The kind of people that adds you randomly and starts expecting you to be very involved in their lives. It could be the type that you deal with when you have the time/energy, or when you're just bored. But they won't appreciate that because they want you to be involved in their lives anyway. You end up talking to this type of people a lot, because they are out of place, you don't meet them often, and you want some sense of novelty.
I meet many type 3 people, because I leave my email address lying around. It is an interesting lifestyle actually, I get to meet many interesting people and not-so-interesting people. They are not necessary in your lives, but a good complement to you otherwise boring, highly-uniformed type 1/type 2. Type 3 people usually spices up life.
But there are always exceptions. Tonight, I just raged on a type 3 person tonight. TO be honest, I think she could be reading this, so hello, but I'd like to reinforce that I am still alive, you're not standing over me and laughing at me maniacally as I lay dying, your curse didn't work, your chant didn't work, your lies didn't work, and right now, I really cannot be bothered with you anymore. It was a mistake getting to know you last year, but you make an interesting story so I won't label you as a regret.
Perhaps, many days later, I'd really be cursed to death by you. But who cares about who has the last laugh? I'm happy now. And that's all that matters, for now.
For now, get out of my life, thanks.
Awright. Time to immerse myself in this festive season while I catch myself contemplating to send or not to send the message.
-- 9/22/2010 01:28:00 AM
