//hearing aid: sometimes when we touch - dan hill

i'm just a another drifter, still trapped within my youth

my dad's favourite song sounds convienently gay. it came on in the car and he started "sometimes when we touch..." and i blurted out that it was suspicious like dan hill was singing to a guy. he glared at me in the rear view mirror.

"who taught you that?"
"taught me what?"
"homosexuality."
"um. school?"
"what? i pay 5k so you learn about gay people? what is the education coming to?!"

my mother, the life buoy, floats swiftly into the situation.

"haiya, its good she knows. Can you believe if she goes into a gay bar? she'll cry if she didn't know gay men exist."

thanks mom.

the car ride was filled with lesbian talk, gay sex (euwww) and the gay people in the workforce.
oh well, its one of those times when the family dares to speak about sex. and where me and my brother squirm.

speaking of cars, desmond's happily taking his license now. which is a big relief for me.
no more unable to eat at where i want to cos he needs to save moolah.
no more fussing over textbooks to buy.
more far-away places to go and explore once he can drive
no more excuses to not go anywhere.

i can't wait.

i really want to get my license, but i sort of see no need to do so now.
but seeing all my friends get their drive is getting to me.

sunflowers. where are they?