My Blues are back

It's funny, when I was burning oil for the exams, I yearned for the freedom to relax with my trusty PS2. Now that the exams are over and I am with my trusty PS2, I yearn for the days when I had classes.
It's so true that you don't really appreciate things until you lose them. I have effectively 'lost' social interaction on a regular basis. Previously I met and talked with people on a daily basis. Studied, played, laughed and basically had good times. Now all I hear is what comes out of the television. Kinda sucks....big time actually. Bumming around has lost it's glamour...if I were addicted to anything, it would be human interaction and I'm suffering from withdrawal...

The reality of the fact that our first phase of education is over is finally starting to sink in. And that the daily interactions were a privilege that won't happen again with the same people.

So I took Eve up on her offer of bringing us to this nice little cosy place - Ma Maison - a French restaurant somewhere in Ampang. I was surprised that she brought along Thuan Zen (correct spelling I hope) - turns out they were both from Klang. Along the way we picked up Cheok Soon and poor fickle-minded Kah Heng missed a delicious lunch. I just wish she would have told me earlier that she'd be at my place early - I was woken from slumberland by my mom telling me that she and a junior were at the house gates...really not a good way to wake up.

I really wish there was someone in my house that I can have a decent conversation with. The closest to that would be my dad, but even then we don't really have much in common...but he tries, quite a lot too, to have some conversations especially at meal times. Unfortunately most of the time I don't find interest in what he speaks on.
Guess I should try harder too...except that I really can't have any semblance of conversation with my brother as it will inevitably lead into an argument. And I guess one could say there is some bad blood between my mom and I, we have different philosophies of life and often end up arguing as well. The only difference is that arguments with my mom actually hurt.

I frequently wonder why I have such an 'interesting' family. The only reason I can think of is so that I learn some really valuable lessons of life...either that or I'm really unlucky.
Which is unlikely as I am lucky - lucky enough to have a family, a roof over my head, education, wonderful friends.

~always looking for the silver lining~