Lunch
It's very rarely that I blog on weekends, let alone accompanied by my packed treat of boiled broccoli and carrots, lemon and coriander cous cous and vegetarian sausages. I know it sounds like a lot,but during this hectic time when the shop is constantly flooded by over-enthuiastic christmas shoppers, it is but necessary! Barely half the day has gone by, and I'm already wishing I'm at home, tucked warmly in my bed with David Sedaris' 'Dress Your Family in Curdoroy and Denim'. I'm almost done reading it, but I'm sure I'd find something else soon.
*Sigh* One more week, and I'll be joining my dear friends in the agony of being a year short of a quater of a decade. How time flies! It'll also mark the one-year tenancy at my house in Shenley Rd. Geez....what have I been doing?!!!!
Dysfunctional Dreamer
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
There Is Nothing Like Relief...
When an assessment is over, or the completion of an exhibition, or receiving results of an essay that wasn't even half-decent it's almost obscene( which I scored fairly well, might I add). No more working and worrying late into the night, waking up while it's still dark and pace about my room aimlessly, with my music on very low, trying not to wake the snoring pile that resides peacefully wrapped in my duvet. For the first time in a long while (this is because I have developed a problem with sleeping lately), last Wednesday I was able to sleep in till 1pm, which, I still think is an achievement for me. So let me sleep, please!
I have a lot of things to update on this blog, after neglecting it for weeks on end, I was surprised to hear that even my friend in Spain(who called yesterday- I miss you letuche), has been watching this space when she has the time. But alas, I might have to cut this already curt entry short, for I've got to make my way down to yet another PPD meeting.
Considering the guy sitting next to me is breathing so heavily and chuckling to himself( I hope he damn well has a cold of sorts, it's been so creepy- he's not even online, just reading or writing some essay), it's enough reason for me to make my exit.
Sorry folks. Later.
When an assessment is over, or the completion of an exhibition, or receiving results of an essay that wasn't even half-decent it's almost obscene( which I scored fairly well, might I add). No more working and worrying late into the night, waking up while it's still dark and pace about my room aimlessly, with my music on very low, trying not to wake the snoring pile that resides peacefully wrapped in my duvet. For the first time in a long while (this is because I have developed a problem with sleeping lately), last Wednesday I was able to sleep in till 1pm, which, I still think is an achievement for me. So let me sleep, please!
I have a lot of things to update on this blog, after neglecting it for weeks on end, I was surprised to hear that even my friend in Spain(who called yesterday- I miss you letuche), has been watching this space when she has the time. But alas, I might have to cut this already curt entry short, for I've got to make my way down to yet another PPD meeting.
Considering the guy sitting next to me is breathing so heavily and chuckling to himself( I hope he damn well has a cold of sorts, it's been so creepy- he's not even online, just reading or writing some essay), it's enough reason for me to make my exit.
Sorry folks. Later.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Of Magic, Tricks, Hope & Despair...
Yesterday, I could be on top of the world. Had a very good day, which has been unheard of for quite a while. Met my new colleague, Antonin, who is French *sigh*, but he was such a big help with the deliveries, I shouldn't complain, really. The day passed by pretty quickly in the shop, and in the evening, we were visited by one of the magicians who performs outside on the piazza and was lucky enough to be entertained by a few magic tricks. I even got a gold chocolate coin for participation! (: I felt like a child all over again, mouth agape, clapping, and being so amazed, I don't think I've ever come so close as to have a magician(who is also french, unfortunately...) perform for me!
In between cramps, 'mad cow disease' and the long wait for the bus that almost froze me to death, the little things that have happened throughout the course of the day have sufficed to keep me in good spirits- like the tricks, the funny conversations and the long email that I received which I throughly enjoyed reading (thanks Zaihan!).
But today, TODAY is a different story. Upon realization that it IS Hari Raya Aidilfitri- Selamat Hari Raya semua kawan kawan, minta maaf ya, sorry la, tahun ini tak jadi balik juga.... ):
I feel like a big chunk of me is missing, my family, the first meal we have together, my mother's home cooking, the pineapple tarts that I'll never taste and the round of celebration, visiting with my friends and the chaos that comes with it, dressing up in brand new clothes which all of us wear for only this occassion, the colourful exchange of culture, hailing a cab in the hot weather wearing silks from head to toe, the customary tokens of money that we non-working people get....etc etc.... I couldn't be more depressed about it. It's the equivalent of not being home for Christmas dinner.
So in despair, my phone will be switched off, as I can't bear the greetings that I might get from family and fellow friends from home- I'm apologise in advance if you get no reply, but I'll just make my way into the depths of my bed and hope I drown in the covers....this day should be one of celebrating, but what's to celebrate when there isn't anyone to celebrate with?
Yesterday, I could be on top of the world. Had a very good day, which has been unheard of for quite a while. Met my new colleague, Antonin, who is French *sigh*, but he was such a big help with the deliveries, I shouldn't complain, really. The day passed by pretty quickly in the shop, and in the evening, we were visited by one of the magicians who performs outside on the piazza and was lucky enough to be entertained by a few magic tricks. I even got a gold chocolate coin for participation! (: I felt like a child all over again, mouth agape, clapping, and being so amazed, I don't think I've ever come so close as to have a magician(who is also french, unfortunately...) perform for me!
In between cramps, 'mad cow disease' and the long wait for the bus that almost froze me to death, the little things that have happened throughout the course of the day have sufficed to keep me in good spirits- like the tricks, the funny conversations and the long email that I received which I throughly enjoyed reading (thanks Zaihan!).
But today, TODAY is a different story. Upon realization that it IS Hari Raya Aidilfitri- Selamat Hari Raya semua kawan kawan, minta maaf ya, sorry la, tahun ini tak jadi balik juga.... ):
I feel like a big chunk of me is missing, my family, the first meal we have together, my mother's home cooking, the pineapple tarts that I'll never taste and the round of celebration, visiting with my friends and the chaos that comes with it, dressing up in brand new clothes which all of us wear for only this occassion, the colourful exchange of culture, hailing a cab in the hot weather wearing silks from head to toe, the customary tokens of money that we non-working people get....etc etc.... I couldn't be more depressed about it. It's the equivalent of not being home for Christmas dinner.
So in despair, my phone will be switched off, as I can't bear the greetings that I might get from family and fellow friends from home- I'm apologise in advance if you get no reply, but I'll just make my way into the depths of my bed and hope I drown in the covers....this day should be one of celebrating, but what's to celebrate when there isn't anyone to celebrate with?