Watched Captain America with my brother and cousin. It was as good as they said it would be.
And it’s much better with lots of popcorn, nuggets, drinks and good company who know when Stan Lee appears and need not be asked to wait to watch the after credits.
Laksa for lunch in the office. Food keeps you going. Although it does make you drowsy afterwards.
Discovered my stash of memories in the form of tickets, postcards and little trinkets. Wow, didn’t realise just how much stuff I had. Come to think about it, it’s probably about time I got my scrapbook started.
My friends and I plan to go on a trip, to a place where we can wake up to a beautiful paddy field, walk by a beach and feast of fresh seafood.
This is what I have in mind. So far.
It’ll be an escape to tranquillity. I can’t wait. Watch this space.
Weekends are sacred to me now. It’s really the only time I can plan to meet anyone.
And of course, alone time is crucial. There is nothing quite like coaxing your mind to sleep with a book. Like old times.
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh…”
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
(trans. Katherine Woods)
A quote from one of my favourite books that matches the nostalgia I feel today. It won’t be long before a year has gone by since my university graduation. And every graduation before that. I miss a lot of people.
But I take comfort in that every star out there is another little laugh, as the little prince said. We’re all under the same sky after all. Cue the song ‘Somwhere Out There’ from the film An American Tail.
PS. It’s time to reconnect.
Life is not a piece of cake, but celebrate when you have them anyway.
That’s the theme of my week. Long hours at work even though I don’t feel well. But staying positive because of the coming weekend.
I got my swanky name cards.
Perhaps my delight says something about the universal desire for identity. But that’s just my tendency to psychoanalyse.
It surprises me still when I get the urge to read at an alarming rate.
I’ve decided to have a mix of classic and contemporary titles on my list, just so.
Today it’s The Catcher in the Rye.
Sometimes I wonder what it was like long, long before I was born. How different was it back then? Would I have liked it?
Or perhaps they were all having the same thoughts. Going through the same joys, grief, fears and concerns. Same stories.
Ps. Above is the photo of my mum’s ang pow packets from before her time. They were tiny as they only had to be filled with small amounts of money. One of the things that didn’t go smaller as they got newer.