I realise I'm always rushing wherever I go, even when there is no need to rush at all. I rush to the bus-stop in the morning, then rush to the train station although I know what time my train comes and I'm always 3 minutes early. I rush to the building, and always try to walk slower each day but I'm still, strangely enough, 5 minutes early. then I rush with my Good Mornings to everyone I see, with my handphone in my right hand furiously messaging whoever it is, and my bag swinging precariously on my left arm, holding my faithful cup of coffee. the hair is always wet no matter how dry the weather is, and each time I sit down at my desk I realise I am always panting.
time to stop and smell the roses!
a few days ago I came home and had Mum asking me why I was back so early. I told her about my rushing habit and she said there was no need to walk so fast, especially in those dangerous-looking heels she's always seeing me wear. I tell her no, it's even more deadly to walk slowly in such a crowd, cos people push you if you're not moving at the same speed. she doesn't know Raffles like I do.
frankly I'm not so sure if that's true, but pushing is what I do to people who saunter to and from work. with the occasional menacing glare, if they're lucky.
anyway I left the office late today, because we had a meeting that took forever to end. my boss is a nice man. he is rather old, friendly and patient. but oh my God isn't he the most sinfully boring person I have ever met. we need clowns as bosses, or anyone more interesting than the man who is the answer to my previous state of unemployment. and with his thick accent it's hard to not giggle. being the youngest one in the boardroom, getting caught laughing deserves a kick in the buttocks. so far I've tried distracting myself by thinking of serious things like the A level results and my potential death after that.
oh yesterday's dinner went very well. we decided to go down to KFC at Kallang, because the place really reminds me of my childhood days. recently I've realised my family now looks more like the Brady Bunch, because with two additional members who look like they're here to stay, I feel like I've suddenly more siblings to play with. what fun! what worries me is that when the time comes for me to bring the Writer home for dinner, he won't be able to match up to the other two. which sounds stupidly stupid but there is some sense in that right- we're always worried about what our family thinks about the people we date. we hope for the most they'll love him the way we do.
unfortunately that may not always happen. so that's something I'm gonna have to deal with. thankfully it won't be anytime soon.
and guess what! they got me a gorgeous, gorgeous Stussy wallet to celebrate my new job. I think I told my sister I've been saving up to buy a new one myself, because the Tough wallet's been too old and he needs to retire soon. I remember buying him 4 years ago, to replace the one my ex-boyfriend gave me. funnily enough, even with a new wallet I still don't have the heart to stop using my current one. we've been through so much together, and I took such good care of him. it's weird because I've never been sentimental about the things I own. I've always been the sort who throws more than she keeps. but I guess it's about time I grew out of some things.
for one, stop referring to stuff I own as people. and two, stop giving them names like they were my own friends.
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