Almost everyday after work, I wait at this bus-stop opposite my workplace for the bus. Almost everyday, at the bus-stop, the wind blows at me without fail. The kind of wind which makes your hair fly and gives you the chills. Like those fans at Carrefour, blowing at you constantly, oscillating.
I wonder what makes the wind so strong at that bus-stop. It's strange because there are really tall buildings in the area.
It's a tiring Monday. It was a tiring weekend. But I suddenly feel awake. Because I just took a sip of this apple and strawberry juice that mom made. It's sour! Tangy! And it looks like watermelon juice.
Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy.
I'm starting to play reallllly badly during piano lessons. The scores are getting more difficult. I am getting less disciplined. It's quite tiring having to practise at night after dinner and I don't feel very good when I disturb the people at home while they watch tv. I know it's no excuse to not practise but yea, I'll have to motivate myself and practise harder. I will will will. As I type this, I'm smiling to myself because it's nine months since I started. I'm so so glad I started.
I'm starting to look forward to december. I know I'm kinda crazy to be thinking of Christmas when Deepavali or Hari Raya aren't over yet and there are a couple of months till December comes. But you get it I know. The christmassy feeling. The carols. The lights at Orchard. When I was younger, I loved flipping through those christmas decorations books at my nanny's place. As I looked at the pictures of those houses decorated with holly, trees with baubles, snowflakes, lights etc etc, I used to dream about having some place like that of my own one day. Some place I can decorate and have a warm christmas by the fire with loved ones, while christmas carols played. And snow. It would be snowing outside and I'd look through the windows to see that other houses had people celebrating too. Well, of course there's no snow in Singapore. And I haven't had any Christmases like that.
I'm dreaming of a wonderful Christmas this year. Something happy, warm, different, memorable.
'cos I can't even remember what I did for Christmas last year.
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