I started to enjoy running when I was 15 or 16. Partly because I have nothing else to do, and my parents were pretty strict on my curfew so running is the only way I can get out of my house. Anyway, I am 27 now. More than a decade of running! Don’t think I’ve stuck with something that long ever.
Running got me through so many things.
I remember when I passed this major exams when I was 16. I was so stoked. I got really good grades. Way better than I ever expected. I remember my parents telling me “Oh really? Are you sure? Oh good! You’re lucky, the paper must be easy this year.” I remember feeling pretty down about that. I worked hard for that paper. I am not smart. I had to put in the hard work to get good grades. I remembered I went running that day. And it makes me feel a lot better. Also hell yeah, i passed!!
And then, when I was 19, I sort of failed this other major exams (lots of major exams here in Singapore..). I remembered feeling like a total shit of a failure. I did not exactly fail but the grades I got was not enough to put me in a local university. I worked my ass off for that 3 years. I stayed up late at night. I slept 3-4 hours every day. It was so tiring. And I failed. I remember while walking home, feeling so scared to tell my parents that I failed. I went to the stadium. And I just sat there watching people run for about an hour. Went home, told my parents I failed. My parents did not talk to me for a week. My dad said, “You disappoint me the most.” I remembered I ran a lot that year.
And then, when I was 21 I got into my first real relationship (talk about late bloomer amirite?). It was bad. He pretty much abused me – physically and emotionally. And somehow, I have no idea how to get out of that. I got really depressed. I remembered running a hell lot more during that dark, painful period.
Okay, this wasn’t supposed to be a sad post or pity-party – I threw that party a long time ago, there is no need for that now. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that running is the one thing that got me through a lot of meh situations. I am so grateful I got running.
Running is my first love. Everyone need something they can turn to.
You might have turned my knees into mush, but I will always love you.
In your life, if you are really lucky & if the stars aligned, you’ll meet the best fucking people you’ll ever meet. Maybe you’ll work with them. Maybe they will cross a path in your life when you least expect it.
And man, you better be fucking grateful. When you’re in the moment, you be thinking that “This is it. This is how I want to spend my days. Laughing my ass off at the most ridiculous shit ever.” I hope you savor that, because believe me, it will end someday. Savor the shit out of it.
I loved working. I don’t exactly love my job – c’mon it’s accounting, how much can you really love numbers? But mannn, the people I worked with? They are the fucking best. Sure, they can be tiny little pricks sometimes but, they took the word “colleagues” to a whole new level.
I will miss lunch time, whining about what to eat (to dabao or not?), the horrible smell of fish & truffle, rolling over to each others’ desk, raising eyebrows across the office, the fucking gossips, the pranks, the anger & frustration, the impromptu makeup tutorials and, of course, FLAME ATTACKKKK!!!
The people you work with makes all the difference.
I am beyond grateful to have such great memories.
I don’t like to be all sappy, but I’ll miss you guys. You guys made me so happy these last two years, thanks guys 🙂
I love being married to Andrew.
As in love as ever,
Cold showers in the morning.
The feeling is almost majestic.
My office temperature is considered rather cold. My thorax be shaking uncontrollably after 5 minutes. So, what i usually do is wrapped my tiny body with a piece of cotton wool to keep myself warm. Humans call it sweater or cardigan or something weird like that (honestly, they come up with the fanciest word for the simplest thing, eurgh).
And sometimes when I reached the office, what I really like to do is to sit on my cotton wool to warm it up and then slipped it right on.
Oh, the warmth. So much lovely feelings.
All Snugged Up,
It takes an hour to get to my work place, and I like to stare out the window. There is a big lorry with pink wheels on one stop. An old frail human feeding the cats & birds on another stop. A weathervane on a stop further. The community pool filled with tiny humans on the next stop. An unfinished building on the last stop.
I like noticing these familiar things.
When the barista remembers my cup of coffee.
Life is good.
Very Much Pleased,