I finally FINALLY cleaned (a part of) my room. I am thankful that I found the energy and motivation to do it! My table is now spacious, and I have a space in my room to actually sit and think.
Preparations for the near future are coming along quite nicely (no I’m not getting married). So much admin! I’ve been reading clauses, contracts, terms and conditions, personal detail forms, until my brain felt so overwhelmed. BUT I’ve persevered, and I think I’m getting there.
Thankful that holidays are great for catching up with friends.
Thankful that holidays are also great for catching up with myself. My current notebook is filled with self-declared profound thoughts which I never thought I’d be able to write down, and I’m happy that I’ve been doing so.
I was feeling a little miffed at the fact that I won’t be traveling overseas this holidays, but I’m thankful that the feeling has now given way to a serene sense of calm and relaxation. Plus it never hurt to save for a rainy day.
My mum – for someone who wasn’t inclined to use the internet years ago, she’s been goggling a lot recently, sharing nuggets of what she learnt (on how to survive in a first-world country) online. I’m thankful that she is showing support for my journey in her own way.
And finally, I’m thankful for a chance to serve. To (hopefully) make this life meaningful and not in waste.
“What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”
I’m not really one for suspense and thrillers, but this story about a woman who suffers from amnesia, and can only remember up to 24 hour chunks of memory, and suspects that her husband is hiding various truths of her life from her… was too intriguing not to read.
Although I would have preferred the story to have more psychological rather than emotional dwellings, I nevertheless enjoyed the feelings of mystery and suspense, marveling at how shocked I felt every time a new truth was revealed, or when the story took a new twist. Signs of a good storyteller.
It looks like this book is slated to become a film next year. I don’t think I’ll watch it. Getting scared on print in the comfort of my bedroom is one thing. Getting scared in the cinema is another ;p
A place totally not in my territory.
A good afternoon with latte, catching up, and just talking about things close to our hearts.
One benefit of meeting friends on a Monday morning, 11AM, at a place relatively some distance away from the city, is that you can have conversations as personal as you want, laugh as loudly as you want, and not worry about disturbing others.
Have a happy fries day.
It’s been a while since I dropped by. Was surprised to see that the white walls with friendly-looking vines were gone. In place was a cement-coloured wall, bare and somewhat more distant. More “cool”, but distant.
Change is constant, after all.
I have a lot to be thankful for this week!
For family and friends who reassured me when I doubted myself.
For being able to grow in faith.
For being able to engage in interesting discussions with intellectually interesting people
For people who enrich my life.
For getting the chance to learn more about my inner self (oh the turmoil), and for getting a chance to try to find peace.
For music and how it has the power to connect people who have never even met before, or might otherwise have nothing in common.
For quiet time.
Brother : “Will this book make me want to become vegetarian?”
Me : “No, but it will make you think more about where your food REALLY comes from.”
Also a book about cultural and societal norms, stereotypes, media integrity and facades. Overall a very informative and impactful read.
And yes, it made me glad I made that choice years ago… Not that our vegetables are totally clean as well…
When Books Actually / Math Paper Press announced the release of this publication, I knew I’d have to get my hands on a copy.
To support the bookstore, to support local writers, to support cats.
And I was rewarded with a collection of amazing short stories, all written by people who have lived, grown up, or graced our humble shores. Including the cats. The lovely, unique, wonderful cats. All individuals in their own right, all placed in our lives for a reason, and all dignity and pride epitomized.
My relationship with cats?
I have not had the (mis)fortune to be owned by a cat (as of now), but I take pleasure in being allowed to serve Her Royal Highness who resides below our block, once in a while. She allows me to stand still while she inspects my feet and sniffs my aura for hints of feeding. Then, having completed her inspection, she’d sit a distance away and start licking her paws, a sign that I may go on home. Sometimes, she rewards me with a belly flop/roll, and internally rolls her eyes while I squeal in delight.
And the world will continue changing.
It never hurt to remember where we come from.
Or where our land comes from, for that matter.