I am sorry if this post directly concerns you - it isn’t personal - but I am MOST ANNOYED by text messages using “den” in place of the adverb “then”. It is even more annoying when I know the sender of the message is fairly proficient in English.
A “den” is where foxes (and other assorted wildlife) live, and should not be used as an alternative spelling for the adverb kthx.
I totally get “abuden”, but other than that I’d deem it as absolutely unacceptable (unless your “t” & “h” keys most unfortunately drop out). So please!!!
1. Today was full of most harrowing experiences, that involved much shuttling to-and-fro and getting locked in at home. Elaboration for another day.
2. But I met my JC classmates for lunch today and had an amazing time of catch up with a few I haven’t talked to properly since… RJ. And the last time I saw most of them was at the funeral, which wasn’t exactly the best socialising platform.
3. I end work on Tuesday, 31 July. That means the last two working days will be beyond insane.
4. Looking forward to the rest of the week ahead, where I have some pending meet-ups: one involving cycling, and another involving electric purple happiness.
5. Getting my hair trimmed on Friday because it is growing disgustingly out of shape.
6. I wonder if it is my tiredness that begets indifference. Speaking of tiredness, I have so many loose ends to tie up this week as well.
is the extra dollop of condensed milk in your teh bing, after you’ve asked the da ge at the stall to “jia1 tang2” (add sugar). In fact he gave me an additional 3 scoops today, which makes me very happy (“DIABETES!” roared my colleague in disgust).
is realising that you have one to two free week nights this week as compared to none the previous week. This means I can stop feeling like I “just got run over by a lorry” (as my Biz coursemate describes it) as I get out of bed each morning.
is having your turquoise nails match your turquoise jeans match your knitted top dip-dyed, well, turquoise.
is a much more superficial state of being than JOY is. And yet, HAPPINESS is - or so I believe - an important daily choice one has to make.
Today was the very first time that she did it; the first time since she was thirteen. That was back in 2004, a good 8 years ago.
Or, to more to put it more accurately, today was the first time she made a concious decision to do it. And she did.
Despite it being That Time Of The Month, she intentionally and purposefully put on a cream-coloured work skirt. Never before had she risked her public image to such a degree. Never before, since that fateful day That Time Of The Month first came in 2004, had she voluntarily and deliberately worn a light-coloured bottom out of the house during That Time Of The Month.
But today, she did. And as she stood in the toilet at the end of the work day, admiring her stain-free cream-clad posterior in the mirror, she decided that she had - finally - Lived.
I can’t for the life of me sit down and SIP tea; I have to slurp it, gulp it, gargle it (ok, I’m exaggerating here) and anything but sip it. That said, I can’t nibble on the biscuits either - chomp on, more like.
You do have to admit that tea & biscuits do go down better the latter way.
Background Info: To unlock my BB, I have to press the “mute button” located at the top of my phone.
So last Saturday, after using my BB in the rain (I think the water did it), my BB’s mute button refused to react to any degree / angle / form of pressure that I desperately applied to it. Basically this meant that once my BB autolocked itself, I couldn’t unlock it again. And thus when my keypad locked, I had to pluck out the battery & reboot my BB in order to unlock it.
So I had to constantly keep some application open so that my BB wouldn’t autolock + go to sleep that would have to result in me prising out the battery again and again. This continued through Saturday evening and all the way through Sunday, which saw me spend every 10mins going, “AH BLAST IT I ACCIDENTALLY LOCKED MY KEYPAD AGAIN ARGH” and then proceeding to rabidly dig at the back of my BB to restart the phone so that I could reply my messages.
Then suddenly, around 1030am today, I accidentally pushed the “mute button” by reflex… And THE PHONE RESPONDED. Still unable to believe it, I hesitantly locked my keypad and tried to unlock it AND IT WORKED! Of course, I subsequently repeated the lock / unlock process about 722 times before being reassured that I wasn’t imagining it.
Moral of the Story: Dear friends, don’t take your unlock button / function for granted.
I still catch myself being wistful: “I wish that I could tell him about my job”, “If only he were around to see this”, “I need to ask him about that”.
As much as time heals and God does take care of your needs, some gaps will simply never be filled - or at least, not in the way that you were used to.
But perhaps I walked out of the final stage of grief after reading Todd Burpo’s book on “Heaven is For Real”; not because it satisfied a need in me to know that there is really a Heaven for Papa (and Porpor, and whoever else who has gone on) to go to - I have always believed that - but because the family’s sharing rekindled the reality of the afterlife to me. Reading their account (and hearing from their live sharing today, as well) really helped me remember this:
Papa - he was happy here, but he is happier there. He is no longer trapped inside his long-battered body, but he is healthy, young and spry again. He suffers no more. He is with the Person who has always and will forever love him the most. It would be most selfish of me to want him back; I mean, what more could I want for someone I love than all of the above?
Dealing with life and its lemons is always a matter of carrying on with the right perspective.
+Updates aka An Explanation Why I Have Not Been Updating
Basically I’ve been so PACKED it’s not even funny, and it’s the most packed I’ve been in my entire life I think. I’ve just spent the whole week running from appointment to appointment, waking up at 645AM and sleeping past 12MN. This entire week, I’ve reached home past 9pm everyday - except for today (Friday). But then I had one hour to eat + cleanup, and then there was net.
My weekend is set to be INSANE, starting from after I left work today:
Friday 1930hrs Reach Home 2030hrs Net Group 2200hrs Discipling 2330hrs Do up emcee script for To The Max 2012
Saturday 0715hrs Reach Woodlands for TTM2012 1400hrs Emceeing job finishes 1500hrs Might have a meeting 1800hrs Be at Petunia’s 21st 2300hrs End of party go home
Sunday 1030hrs Morning service 1330hrs Meet aunt + cousin to catchup 1730hrs Evening service
Monday, back to work, and back to post-9pm homecomings every single night. But I guess, this is what most working adults go through anyway. Go almost-adult abi.