on being a weekday single

the thing about being a single on weekdays is that you dont feel guilty about coming home late from work. which also means you tend to stay back in the office WAY too often than you'd have liked. which also means that you end up eating breakfast food at nite most times....like cereal wif milk, or peanut butter jelly sandwich.

which is really not a bad thing actually. i LOVE peanut butter jelly sandwich.

but i digress. being a single on weekdays also means that i get to have a lot of me time. time to spend with friends. time to hit the gym. time to just shop for hours without actually buying anything. time to read my books. time to watch mindless hours of tv both online and off. and time to surf, and blog, and basically get yrself connected to the world at large thru mindless tweets and fb.

the thing about being a single on weekdays is that you sometimes work too much. so much that your back aches and you'd do anything for a loving touch to knead the pain away.

and that you sometimes have so much to say but no one to say it to, so much that you feel like you will explode to pieces with all the unspoken mundane nonsense of how your day had gone for you, or how you think this particular news on tv was hilarious, or how so and so from the office was driving you nuts with all the politics.

sigh

the thing about being a single on weekdays is that you appreciate your partner more when they're around. you dont take your relationship for granted, and every single minute spent together becomes soo precious it is savoured till its last drop and still you're not satiated. which also means that you come to the realisation that you're totally and wholeheartedly in love with him, and you wonder sometimes how you've been so blessed.

i am blessed, and for that i am thankful. alhamdulillah.

but i am also, at this very moment, missing him a lot.

bus adventure

my brother got the car for the day today (special day mah...ehem), so my parents were left car-less. nevermind, car-less doesnt mean helpless rite. so mum managed to convince dad to go check out the new geylang market by public transport.

they took the train to bedok, then bus to geylang. very simple.

my dad the bus novice though, had no idea how to use the humble ezlink card. so he went up the bus, and tapped the card onto the card reader. with both hands holding the card. and he tapped and he tapped. but the thing kept blinking red and churning out angry beeping sounds.

turned out he's been tapping the card onto the display panel on top instead of the part below! hahha damm funny i tell you. especially when you hear the story from them at the dinner table!

i LOVE my parents. they can be super know-it-all, naggy, protective and all (as any parents would i suppose), but they're MY parents and i LOVE them.

if nobody speaks of remarkable things

"He says my daughter,
and all the love he has is wrapped up in the tone of his voice when he says those two words,
he says my daughter you must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears.

He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful.

He says there are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are.

He says, if nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?"

i am so struck by the book, i am in awe.

mrt companions

these 2 books were my mrt companions 2 weeks into uv. discovered there's a library near d station (yeyy!), and though the collection wasnt fantastic, it would suffice for the rides (and STRICTLY for the rides, i must add. which is actually not an easy thing to keep to cos i keep wanting to continue my reading at home but that just wont do cos there are a gazillion things one can do at home, chief of which is to watch tv, and feed the fish, and surf the net, all 3 a must for every weekday night but not necessarily in that order)

i must say i was impressed with the first, being leslie silbert's debut novel and all. it's part spy thriller, part historical novel, involving the last days of the real-life playwright/poet christopher marlowe (who some said was as brilliant, if not more, as shakespeare and would hv been insanely popular if not for his early demise). i'm looking forward to her second novel, which apparently is still in the making.

the second one's typical anita shreve. she has a way of writing that's somewhat lyrical and poignant. anyway, i realised that i hv many of her books (courtesy of the $5 mph warehouse sales over d years) which are as yet unread, and the only reason why i'm borrowing this is cos i've yet to unpack my books. procrastination is the mother of all diseases i tell you.

on moving and turning 32

so it's been a while. i moved house, turned 32 (yeyy!), and started re-acquainting myself with frens. is it possible for us to grow younger as the days go by? i feel young these days. must be the running, or the uv air, or both.

the one thing i dont particularly fancy abt the new place is waking up early to go to work. i HAVE to leave the house at ard 8 if i were to have any chance of coming to work on time. and the journey takes abt an hour in total, which is a bloody long time if you ask me.

what is good tho is that i've been saving on cab fare. it used to be that i'd be taking the cab to work nearly every day when i was in cg, since it's pretty near the office. but there's no way i'd be taking a cab to work from uv - it's just too far away! the further you are from the office the more likely it is that you'd come on time and save on cab fare. strange but true.

so i'm 32 and a month today (or yesterday to be precise), and i'm loving every minute of it. i'm more confident and sure of myself, compared to my 20s when i was still trying to figure out who i was and how i figured in the scheme of things. the 20s was all about pleasing others dont you think? we were young and clueless and so we do things that we 'think' could validate our existence in this world. now in our 30s, i'd like to think that we've gone past that. that we're mature and confident enough to look at the big picture, to grab the many opportunities life has to offer.

may my 32nd year be my best yet, InsyaAllah :)