can't wait for the weekend
There are too many reasons why I can't wait for the weekend, this weekend.
First, I'm so tired of work. The average time I get home every day is around 10pm. This time is especially exaggerated by the fact that I live in Pasir Ris, but you all know that already.
Second, this weekend the B-man leaves on a trip for two weeks!!! Yipeee!! I am going to be one happy doo dee!
Third, I can finally work on that paper and FINISH IT in two weeks. I can't wait. (ahm... Yeah.)
Fourth, Singapore Airlines is going to give me an unlimited all-around Europe ticket for year-long travel this Friday!!!!!!!!!
Okay, number four was a joke. Let's try again:
Fourth, on Friday the office is going to double my pay!!!!!!!!
Okay, that was also a joke. This time I'll be serious.
Fourth, Death Cab for Cutie is coming to Singapore and the ticket to see them is only $20!!!!!!!!!
Okay, that's simply being vicious because it will never happen and everybody's heart must have stopped for a second there. I apologise. I promise this time it's true:
Fourth, I am going to write you many blog posts after this weekend because I may have (comparatively) a certain amount of time on my hands at work next week onwards...
Ah ha.
A few weeks ago I saw Philip Kaufman's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, so I finally got to know the story (or was it?) of the book that I never finished reading. After years of believing it to be semi-lost, I finally found the book languishing at the bottom of a pile of yellowing books (all my books are yellowing, what am I talking about) on the shelf under my window. Thank god the pages didn't crumble, turn to dust in my hands and disappear in the wind. Tomorrow I'll have something to read on the train!
The Penelopiad is all too depressing. The word "rape" alone is enough to depress me. I think I have OCD; I can turn a word or a thought over and over and over and over in my head for hours and hours until I go totally berserk.
Example.
This morning the worst accident that could ever happen on a normal day...happened. First thing in the morning, I'm dressed (finally) and out the door. I'm in the lift, hum hum hum going down and hitting the first floor I look down at my beautiful glossy drape of a silk skirt and see a STAIN that I am positive was not there ten minutes ago. [Extracted: the part where I become a scaly-bodied pock-faced monster, storm back upstairs, roar at everyone for leaving stains around the house, on furniture, on KITCHEN COUNTERS, that finally end up on PEOPLE'S CLOTHES and RUIN their lives; the part where I drench the entire skirt in water despite the fact that the care tag says "Dry Clean Only" and immediately regret because the smart thing would have been to send it to the drycleaners for treatment... &etc.]
I spent the next three hours obssessing about the stain. The word "stain" must have zipped to and fro my brain enough times to travel across the Milky Way and back. Water. Drenched. Watermark. Yellowing. Shrink. These also joined the travel party.
Sometimes I'm grateful that I'm so busy at work that I have no time to obssess. Am I a calmer person now that I've started working?
Ha, no, not really.
First, I'm so tired of work. The average time I get home every day is around 10pm. This time is especially exaggerated by the fact that I live in Pasir Ris, but you all know that already.
Second, this weekend the B-man leaves on a trip for two weeks!!! Yipeee!! I am going to be one happy doo dee!
Third, I can finally work on that paper and FINISH IT in two weeks. I can't wait. (ahm... Yeah.)
Fourth, Singapore Airlines is going to give me an unlimited all-around Europe ticket for year-long travel this Friday!!!!!!!!!
Okay, number four was a joke. Let's try again:
Fourth, on Friday the office is going to double my pay!!!!!!!!
Okay, that was also a joke. This time I'll be serious.
Fourth, Death Cab for Cutie is coming to Singapore and the ticket to see them is only $20!!!!!!!!!
Okay, that's simply being vicious because it will never happen and everybody's heart must have stopped for a second there. I apologise. I promise this time it's true:
Fourth, I am going to write you many blog posts after this weekend because I may have (comparatively) a certain amount of time on my hands at work next week onwards...
Ah ha.
A few weeks ago I saw Philip Kaufman's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, so I finally got to know the story (or was it?) of the book that I never finished reading. After years of believing it to be semi-lost, I finally found the book languishing at the bottom of a pile of yellowing books (all my books are yellowing, what am I talking about) on the shelf under my window. Thank god the pages didn't crumble, turn to dust in my hands and disappear in the wind. Tomorrow I'll have something to read on the train!
The Penelopiad is all too depressing. The word "rape" alone is enough to depress me. I think I have OCD; I can turn a word or a thought over and over and over and over in my head for hours and hours until I go totally berserk.
Example.
This morning the worst accident that could ever happen on a normal day...happened. First thing in the morning, I'm dressed (finally) and out the door. I'm in the lift, hum hum hum going down and hitting the first floor I look down at my beautiful glossy drape of a silk skirt and see a STAIN that I am positive was not there ten minutes ago. [Extracted: the part where I become a scaly-bodied pock-faced monster, storm back upstairs, roar at everyone for leaving stains around the house, on furniture, on KITCHEN COUNTERS, that finally end up on PEOPLE'S CLOTHES and RUIN their lives; the part where I drench the entire skirt in water despite the fact that the care tag says "Dry Clean Only" and immediately regret because the smart thing would have been to send it to the drycleaners for treatment... &etc.]
I spent the next three hours obssessing about the stain. The word "stain" must have zipped to and fro my brain enough times to travel across the Milky Way and back. Water. Drenched. Watermark. Yellowing. Shrink. These also joined the travel party.
Sometimes I'm grateful that I'm so busy at work that I have no time to obssess. Am I a calmer person now that I've started working?
Ha, no, not really.