Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Sky is Falling

Without warning, or any signs of duress from the weather, a blast of wind came swept through the place. It was as if someone had turned the fan on for an instance, sending half-filled cups flying, lifting skirts and making girls squeal, an avalanche of napkins sailing through the air. The plastic sheets covering a tentage made a dramatic gesture, like how majestic curtains are lifted effortlessly on a stage.

It was beautiful, and when it was over a brief stunned silence ensued. Mother Nature issuing a firm reminder of her presence. Heads turned warily, as if something human was to be blamed for this spate of irregularity. Restaurant staff hurriedly came to clean up the mess and pick up banners that had fallen on the floor. I send out a silent plea, "Do it. Do it again."

I love the wind, and I can't imagine why people wouldn't. Cleansing, carthartic... almost like the rain but without the mess. The potential for destruction always setting us on edge.

The only time I felt fear in its presence was back in Dhaka. The monsoon was coming round, and afternoon rains became routine. I made a mistake of deciding to rush out to buy some smokes to tide over the rest of the afternoon. At that time it the sun was still out, but in the brief couple of minutes during my short walk the sky clouded over and it was clear I would not make it back dry.

So we huddled underneath the tiny zinc roof over the shop, ignoring the theory of personal space. The rain pelted down mercilessly, it was oblivious to our schedules.

Then the wind came, rattling zinc roofs, breaking branches and causing a ruckus amongst the leaves.We looked up at the piece of metal offering us shelther - it was clear it would not hold.

We didn't know what to do. To risk a potential head injury or to get soaked? After a while, the noise became unbearable and we stepped out reluctantly, some of us making a dash for alternate forms of cover.

And just as my feet stepped off the sidewalk and into the rain, the zinc roof came clanging down.

There wasn't much time to stop and consider theories on fate and destiny and luck, I just ran back to the office, trying to avoid trees and their falling branches.

Here in Dhoby Ghaut's Starbucks, there's really no fear to be seen in the faces around me. A lot of irritation, a lot of muttering.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Progress Report

Or not, actually. But I just remembered that's what they used to call it back in school.

So things are going quite well. Still not as adept in the workplace as I'd like to be, frequently feeling intellectually-challenged but I suppose I literally did ask for it.

Trying to get things in motion without thinking too much. I want to do away with the checklists, do away with the mental notes, do away with all the talk and talk and talk and nothing to show for it.

Maybe that's why I haven't been blogging much.

So a gym membership is in the works, all that's left is for me to sign and pay up. Motorbike lessons already paid for, just have to book myself into a class and get the system going. The bank account will suffer slightly, but its already doing amazingly well after only four months of work so I think I can breath a little easier. A certain Mr. Lim from Standard Chartered is supposed to do lunch with me to talk about a savings account, and Issue 2 is off to the printers and the next edition is so much better than the first.

So now its all of the above, plus Issue 3. Plus throw in some shopping because I still want more shoes.

Work is interesting. I'm not doing what I'd like to be doing, but I'm glad to be even doing anything at all. A little dabble into the magazine/fashion world and at least now there are some brand names I can pronounce although I will never ever ever remember how to say 'hermes' because its just one of those impossible words. It really doesn't make any difference because I would not spend money on branded clothes. But I suppose knowledge takes on many forms, and it doesn't hurt to know.

So yeah that's that. Cats are doing well. The older one is eating well again, although she's still heart-breakingly skinny but as long as she has the energy to hunt for cockroaches I suppose everything's alright.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Sick and Happy

Its funny how a day of sickness can turn out to be one of the better days I've had in a while.

A trip to the polyclinic in the early afternoon to get an MC, and oh yes medicine too of course, for a mere flu. I wouldn't go unless I had to, and I wouldn't have missed work but between the phlegm and the mucus and the easily irritable eyes and all... I figured I wouldn't have been of much help. Plus I would've been feeling very sorry myself and would just end up feeling guilty for feeling that way so really, there's no point.

And plus I had things to do. I've been experiencing an about-face of sorts regarding my sentiments about my room. It used to be a dread to be at home which was why I came home late most nights.

I'm not too sure what sparked it off. It could've been the CNY mini-clean up or that night I spent talking with ex-colleagues on a beautiful balcony and yearning for a similarly beautiful place to call my own.

So yes, I decided to take a stake in my room. A trip to Ikea to stock up on much-needed candles and other varied accessories, extra wardrobe space, organising more than 200 CDs, stacking up my books exactly where they should be - not hidden but right in front of me on the shelves.

More has to be done. Tried to do some painting today but it turns out I bought the wrong kind of paint. The room colour has to go, and there's about 10 years worth of academic nostalgia that needs to be cleared out.

The point is, I don't like going out much anymore. With a cleared out desk and my speakers and an actual coaster for drinks and a desk pad - I want to stay in. Stay in with the cats and listen to 鄧麗君 over and over again.

Plus I can't afford partying for at least a couple of months. Not after splurging on a dress and shoes for the launch party. Not after that trip to Ikea. Not after the trip to the vet today.

I wasn't the only one who was sick today. After tending to my own illness, Cat made a long overdue visit to the vet.

I've been to two vets so far and decided to check out a third one. The previous two were fuckwits as far as I'm concerned.

Dr Chua at Serangoon Garden's Pet Resource proved to be not bad. And pricey. I walked out of that place nearly 200 bucks poorer.

Cat has fur mites. And intestinal problems. And I think she's stressed out. But I suppose we'll just take it one step at a time. Because of her long fur, I'm also incredibly fussy and I want to SEE IT FLUFFY and SHINY. So I made the decision today to invest in bloody fucking expensive cat food. I'm glad no one uses the old-fashioned cash registers anymore. The ka-ching! sound would make me nauseous. Silent transactions are the easiest to practice denial on.