Notes from my room

I missed a day, I will make up for it but there was no way I could write coherent sentences yesterday.  I don’t know if it just me or whether I have company (fingers and toes crossed) – I feel like I am not writing to my satisfaction at all. In my aim to not give up on a challenge that I have voluntarily undertaken, I want to keep writing and going on, day after day without a gap (broke that already with yesterday). I do have a lot to say but then at the back of my mind I am like, “But wait, let me get done with some of these things before I write about it.” Know what I mean?

There is always this dilemma that goes on inside me – should I honour my commitment or should I do justice to my work? Ofcourse, honouring the commitment with your best effort is how it should be. But sometimes it doesn’t happen. Especially not with cool “fall” feels like now. Singapore does not have seasons but the minute I hear the rains or feel the drizzle, “then my heart with pleasure fills”.

I love this season. In Singapore, with every passing year, I feel like Christmas starts earlier. When I came first in 2011, November end would be when it felt like X’massy. Now October is as early as it all starts – Malls and streets adorn a beautiful gold, red, green and silver look with mistletoes, Christmas trees, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles, Christmas sales, bright-lit shops, exclusive seasonal flavoured coffee at Starbucks, red and golden nail colours, more cheerful people, happier children, Halloween stalls, spiced apple body butter, doors in university housing with a small ornament, bath bombs that smell of Christmas and the list goes on. I am a huge huge body butter, shower gel junkie; actually I am a junkie for anything that smells like the season and especially the seasonal coffee flavours and hot drinks in general. I think it is because we miss seasons in Singapore so much that we go overboard in trying to make up for it through our olfactory, gustatory and visual senses. And well, most of the senses have to be inevitably appeased through a very popular form of therapy called retail therapy (window retail therapy is definitely included).

We love living in the university campus for these reasons – there is sort of cheer and positive energy everywhere. the undergrads especially need no reason to celebrate at all, so imagine my joy when I get invited to a Halloween party and a Diwali celebration next week. I was like, “Wait, didn’t we already do that? “, only to realise that this celebration is from the student housing and the earlier one was from the university in general. Well, you cannot complain much no?

I have to get back to work. Much as I want to write more now that I started, I have to end as abruptly as the beginning. I have been missing out on reading all blogs but I think December will be full of reading blogs that had signed up for the marathon.

 

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