I got caught in a really hectic Sunday, for starters. Had a meeting in Katong first thing in the morning. It did not matter so much to me because I love coming to this side of town. The short heights of the shophouses made me feel happier than the usual tall skyscrapers. I was early and sat in the (sort of) café whilst waiting for my friends and remembered feeling calm.
After the fruitful meeting, I had my monthly lunch with my dad. I only broke the news about studying overseas to him two weeks ago. Thinking about it now, I feel a little bad and I probably should have prepared him sooner. He gave his usual advices on how I should be careful especially when I am overseas and alone, how boys might take advantage on me if I am not careful, not to trust people so easily, to make sure not too get too fat as well (for the kicks.) But I do, I do, and I do. Over the years, and possibly it is something to do about growing older, I’ve grown to love my dad more and more and really appreciate him. He might not have been the best dad in the world, but tries his best with his capacity, with what he can. I’m happy enough that he still cares about us at this point. I really appreciate it.
I met two friends at the usual coffee joint. Aslam still makes the best coffee in town. I will miss his sincerity he puts in his coffee. I guess the taste of it is also different and more special when a friend makes it for you. It adds to the sweetness of the creamy coffee. I will definitely miss it. Then George brought me to this coffee shop five minutes away with this amazing, amazing local french toast. It was two slices of well fried and eggy-fied toast topped with two squared cold butter shapes—with a slab of goooood kaya. It was food heaven, so I ordered another.
I went back home because my mother cooked her special porridge. I love it when my mom makes the effort to cook. As usual, it was great. I should really try to practice cooking when I am living alone. I think it would be an enriching skill to have. I get why people love cooking. Everyone appreciates their own effort they put in cooking and tasting it after—be it good or bad, there is always another time to try. The essential thing is making the decision to actually cook. It is your own creation. The world suddenly becomes your oyster (if you are cooking oysters).
So I’m here lying on my bed, tempted to scroll through an infinity of images on tumblr which might or might not possibly enhance my life, thinking I should do something more.
I’ve been so lazy. I forgot how much I loved to write. Anything at all. I missed writing.
I’ve been putting off many subjects that I could have written, for example:
- How I realised that people don’t wear makeup in Niseko. Well, no one should need to because nobody would really know if you did anyway because you’re probably all covered up while snowboarding down the mountain. Also, nobody really cares if you shave your legs or anything at all, well unless you met a boy or something like that then it might matter.
- The quick recap of 2012. Because it was actually a pretty epic year. And because it seemed like a mandatory thing to do at the end of every year. At least I like doing it. Gives me a chance to think back and reflect on the year and think of what else I should do this year which brings me to
- My resolutions of 2013. See previous point. Well as we all know resolutions don’t really work. However, I’ve been trying to be a better person in general this year—To be more focussed, more driven, more patient, more useful (at cooking), more motivated to do personal projects, etc. Well, so far I haven’t been doing a good job. Hopefully this would remind me further to do so.
I’m glad I sat down and started to type. I hope to do more in the future with a better subject. I’ve been feeling really lost in the digital world nowadays. Sometimes, I get so immersed in my phone and all its updates that I lose a bit of my senses in the real world. I am getting more muddleheaded and forgetful and clumsy. I choose to blame it on technology. Nope, the problem isn’t me choosing to get the damn 3g plan for this phone, nope it isn’t because of how I should bloody get pass this candy crush level after trying for three days, nope it isn’t because I’m trying my best to send this picture of what I’ve eaten for lunch on instagram after spending 15 minutes to choose what effect I’d like on it, the problem is technology.
Maybe I should take a break from all of it for a while and concentrate on the important things. Like packing because after all, someone seems to be leaving in 13 days. And maybe hopefully after getting rid all these convenient updates on other people’s lives and lunches and candy crush requests, I would find back a bit more of myself.