Well, I finished Nineteen Eighty Four today. For convenience's sake, I shall refer to it as NEF. I had a very interesting conversation with my dad last night about NEF, and the conversation slowly tilted towards things of the world, religion, Communism, Communist states, the merits and demerits of Communism, insights into NEF, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley(I haven't read it yet but it's sitting there on my table, cause I borrowed it from the library), my seemingly random dreams of the way the government should deal with criminals/breakers of the law, my own version of utopia, how the future will be like, a book I've read entitled The Key to Midnight(I forgot the author's name! Oh horrors!) mentioning a book The Demolished Man(which I have no idea whether it actually exists), and the many levels of understanding in reading a book. Oh, and did I forget to mention TIME? Time came about because dad told me that it was ten-thirty and to go to sleep. All you people must be wondering: Wah, why must you talk about all these 'chim' things? Well, to me it's not exactly 'chim'. And I'm not boasting/bragging. I found that it's actually very interesting to talk to a grownup(i.e., adult)about these worldly issues. And I discovered a strange thing about myself: I like to talk to adults or people who are older than me better than I like talking to people my age. I find I can't connect with them. Many of the things people my age talk about, for example shopping, a handsome actor/a pretty actress, television shows...I have no interest in these. I find them frivolous. I would rather sit in a cupboard with perhaps a can of coffee/tea/100PLUS(note that they all contain caffeine), a flashlight and a book and read rather than socialising with people. Yes, perhaps I am antisocial. I like being alone too. Maybe I'm an only child, that's why...There's really very little people who are only children in my class. And my ideal sibling would be an elder brother. Oh! Oh! I forgot one thing! If he asks for martial arts lessons then I can have some too. My parents have been denying me martial arts lessons because they said they'd get called up by the teachers again. The first time this year they got called up, it was because I read so-called 'sick books'(explicit, but I found it in the library!) and I strangled my classmate. So they don't want me to kill anyone. With my physical strength, it's possible. Stay Clear! No lah, I'm joking. Enjoy the rest of your day. (As if I mean it, ha.)