Time Check

Yesterday had to be one of the most activity-filled day I have had in recent times. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so terribly under the weather right now-my nose is so stuffed I couldn’t taste my bread for breakfast and my throat feels lumpy.

So I couldn’t sleep the night before because I was excited about going out the next day. And then the mosquitoes had to wake me up at 6.30am by buzzing in the vicinity of my ear! I swear that has to be one of THE most irritating sounds one can experience, that incessant buzzing that never seems to go away and then you end up smacking your own face real hard, only to hear that dreadful sound approaching once again from the distance. Gobsmacked.

And since I was up by 6.30am, I went for my run-making a loop to ECP and back. After which, to my horrors of horrors, I discovered that my $10 polar puffs and cakes voucher was expiring. 8.40am. So I walked to the petrol kiosk a distance away to redeem it. $10 entitled me to quite a spread of pastries so I happily stuffed the paper bags with this whole assortment of aromatic puffs. But at the counter, to my utmost chagrin, I realized that the voucher was not redeemable there. So I made haste and left the petrol kiosk feeling so unaccomplished. GAHH. 9.23am. No choice, I had to go to their nearest outlet at CGH, which cost me $1.42 for that 2-way trip. 10.59am. I hardly had time to slack at home before I was due at Changkat to tutor my juniors. 12.27pm. I somehow arrived on time and after tutoring, I had to walk to my cousin’s house at Simei Green to help him revise for his CT as well. 2.55pm. So I chionged with him the two chapters he was to be tested for his CT, finally, it was done. 4.48pm. I had to make my way to Eastpoint to meet E, and I haven’t actually seen him in over a year, perhaps even more! We headed down to Vivo and had dinner at Marche before lounging out at its huge balcony/deck/open space on the uppermost level where he finally spoke his mind. 8.45pm. Call from home, “Come home NOW.” So I dutifully make my way back, partly because I was feeling like crap by then as well, and after what seemed like an eternity on the train, Bedok station rolled into view. Walked in my super fast pace back home. 9.51pm. I’m back!

(Did you know that on the East-West line, the train heading towards town no longer reads that traditional ‘Boon Lay’, but rather ‘Joo Koon’? I find it pretty amusing.)

Anyway, while at Vivo, I went to the Nat Geo shop that my brother was telling me about the other time. It is a friggin’ cool place, in the literal sense as well. Firstly, because the place is so airy and the air-con is on at full blast, AND there is this uber cold freezer room, which I didn’t get to try because the personnel there was explaining to this tourist about something…in short, that it cannot be used at that point in time. So E and I just strolled around, looking at all the really funky stuff they sell there, and absorbing the beauty that radiates from their collection of photographs. The current collection is one on frogs-there were a couple of frogs that really made me laugh when I look at them. Those humongous eyes that were oh-so rounded and appeared too big for their tiny body looked adorable. Oh, and the famous photograph of that girl with the piercing bluish-green eyes from Afghan greeted us at the doorway. A really fascinating shot.

Dinner was at Marche, and I tell you it has such an amazing concept! L wanted to bring me there the other time but there was a long queue so today, I guess I was lucky enough to be allocated a sit as soon as I stood at the front door. The way everything works is so cool, quite unlike the norm. The entire ambience can be attributed to the layout of the food, the attire that the staff dons, the way you pay for what you order, the chirpy music that just blends right in with the cosy atmosphere, in short-it was really quite an enthralling experience.

E kept complaining I was super quiet and un-talkative, which felt kinda weird hearing someone actually commenting that about me. Maybe because my throat hurt so talking was a chore. So he took over the reins and started sharing his feelings on the most pressing issue he had at hand that plagued him. I’m glad he was able to talk to me about it because I guess when it comes to affairs of the heart, it can be rather taxing. It’s therefore good to shareeeee.

E also talked about his ambition and plans for the future. I’m at the point in life right now where I feel it’s really admirable when people know where they want to go in life, no matter if it’s a lofty aspiration or otherwise. So E, no matter what others might say, if that’s really want you want in life then go for it! Afterall, you only live once. And since DOOMSDAY is so imminent, and you might not get the chance to live past the numerical figure of 23 years of age, why not right? *grins*

Sometimes I wonder why I haven’t found my niche, why I’m still drifting along like a lone piece of wood in the big blue Pacific Ocean while everyone else has a sense of direction in life already. And I figure if a piece of wood drifts for too long, parts of it will soon disintegrate and be left behind. Eventually, nothing is left. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating, fancy simplifying something as complicated as life. But you get my gist, and in some twisted sense, it’s not wrong to make such an analogy.

I too, wanna find my calling soon. But what if I don’t, ever?