Taking the MRT on the daily basis makes one angst-y and depressed

This is the conclusion I came up with after chatting with my cousin over dinner. She was just thinking out loud s to what meaning there is to life to have to squeeze and squash with tens of thousands of commuters,five days a week, then slogging for another 8 to 9 hours, working non-stop. She found that there is no meaning to all this.

This squishing and squashing with people makes one angst-y (I think I created this word myself) and all worked up, even before getting to work. Plus, sometimes, one cannot get onto a train immediately and have to wait for 2 or 3 more trains before boarding. "Leave the house earlier!", so you say, but it is not that easy.

What about beauty sleep and rest and those who have families to prepare breakfasts for? And the government is wondering why so many people are not married and so many people do not want to have babies. Sigh... .

How did I spend NDP?

NDP is short for National Day Parade. It WAS the Singapore's birthday yesterday. Unlike previous years, I chose to spend it at my aunt's place, playing mahjong :)

I was doing two things at a time: playing mahjong and watching Olympics and NDP at the same time. I did not really care about the performances etc, etc. It has become...routine...and lack-lustre.

Anyway, family time was more important and we had loads of it and loads of laughter too!

I have been accepted!!!

The letter that I have been waiting for has arrived. I have been accepted! I will be starting my studies in early childhood in September!!

I was still worried about the acceptance as there was no news, no letter, whatsoever. Now, I can rest well.

Time to buy new stationery. Hee, hee, hee!! No, I will just buy a few nice notebooks to write notes in. Plus, I have another library to 'hide' for free!

What a jinx!!

My ex-housemate (ehm), her hubby and I went to Haji Lane after we have moved all my stuff back home that day. We took an MRT from Yishun area as we returned the van somewhere there. We were about one of two stops after Yishun when there was this announcement that said that the MRT service would be disrupted due to some faulty doors or something like that. Both me and my ehm laughed our heads off and playfully blamed it all on her husband.

We have long come to this conclusion that her husband brings about quite a lot of bad luck. He can be quite a jinx (and I mean it in a friendly way). When I first got to know him, I sprained my leg while climbing the Bukit Timah Hill when we went trekking. My car (when it was 2 weeks old) got scratched a little while he was sitting in it.

There was this other time (and this was told by my ehm to me) when my ehm and him were taking the MRT (again) and halfway through, the light that he was standing under flickered and went out. Not the other lights but just the one above him. Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then to top it all off, I had stomach upset and puked that night after we ate at that Egyptian restaurant at Haji Lane. The food there is really nice BUT I really don't think I will eat there again for a long time. Could he have jinxed it too? Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

My baby is hurt :(

Today was supposed to be a normal sort of happy day but when I went to my car, my baby, I was devastated. It had a big dent at the bumper. When I am late in waking up and do not have enough time to catch the bus, I drive to my work place and park at a private residential area. It is free and I thought, safe.

It is not. Luckily, I saw a note on my window screen. It was not signed but it told me that my car was knocked by a SULO rubbish truck that was reversing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It happened at 1.05pm. SHIT!!!!

I thought it was just the bumper but when I went down to check with Dad just now, it was worse. My baby's boot cover got dented too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am way beyon pissed. Not only that. I am hoping that the insurance company can cover the costs too. If not, it would be crazy to pay for something that I did not do.

Boxing up memories

This would probably my last time going up to that place. That place which I called my matrimonial home for about a year or two. The three Shalom Movers boxes and the one luggage sat neatly at a corner, waiting for me to pick them up.

I showed my ex-housemate (ehm) and her hubby around. It would be his first, and last time anyway. I snapped some photos of the master bedroom, the master toilet, the curtains and so on. Pieces of furniture that I gave ideas to or chose. Corners I used to spend time at.

I did not feel anything then. It is only now, in retrospect, that I feel a kind of sad beauty about the whole process. Both of them helped me to pick out the unwanted stuff, throw them away and from 3 boxes, we scaled it down to 2. Good enough for me.

I took out my ROM frock and showed it to my ehm's hubby and I even took out the mass programme and recounted how my ehm's ex got angry with me just because she was spending time with me to prepare the mass booklets. Haha!! I also took out the white shirt that had been stained blue by my ex simply because he dumped whites and coloureds together for washing.

There are indeed lots of memories, but like the boxes, I am ready to close them up and move on with my life. When I do finally clear them, I will make sure that all that is left are happy memories and no bad ones. That will be part of my healing process.

Wonderlust

Phoa!!!! Went to the NATAS fair today. There were lots of people but I guess we were considered early.

No, I am not going anywhere, although I wish I were. I was there to be Madame 8 (i.e. be a nosey parker). Got lots of information though, plus 2 free bags! Hee! Sounds a little cheapskate but this time around, that particular insurance company gave out pretty good bags.

Anyway, no harm in collecting information for next year. Even if I do not get to go anywhere in the end, I could put my research and homework aside for when I DO travel. I guess the idea that I will be going somewhere someday already makes me very happy :) Plus, I became a sort of mediator for my friends when they could not come to terms on things.

Conclusion of the fair? I think (and this is my personal pov) all the agents sell the same things at the same prices (with a difference of a few dollars). It is only how they market it to attract the consumers' attention.

There is no such things as cheap or cheaper fares. It is all the same. One will be better off buying air tix and booking accommodation via the Internet. Of course, by this I mean if you are going free and easy.

If you want to go to strange land that speaks any language that sounds alien to you and want that help from tour guides very much, then you might find more variety here at the fair.

Nevertheless, this IS a fair that allows tour agencies to have high visibilities and to sell their products. Just that today, my friends and I did not get what we want.