Today Love took Babylove on a walk to give me some time to study for my exams. A long father-son bonding walk on the beach. They got sunburn – of course… I wasn’t there running after them with my two-liter sunscreen bottle – and ice cream.
I studied… the lines of my palms and the music on my iPod.
Then I motivated myself to do something constructive related to Psychology. I did that:
It is related to Psycho because Freud and psychoanalysis movements think pathos and normality in the continuity of one another. And all of it conflicts and twists in our souls. I tend to think that our souls lie in our stomach, but I did not have enough space on my paper so I just drew a twisted brain. Not supposed to be auto-biographic. Anyway I am not a black man. Yes, even if you can’t see it, this guy is Black – I feel a lot like an AfroPunk these days. Maybe because I don’t meet too many Blacks in Singapore.
Then I went to the beach and almost fainted in seeing Babylove’s sunburn. He’s blond. Odd? Maybe. I get sunburns too sometimes though. I blame it all on my mother (she has very large shoulders, but hey, is that not how mothers are built?).