After having what I thought to be a gruelling day at work of verifying a zombie project out, I smiled at the thought of how it actually turned out a little bit better of what I had anticipated it to be. All kinks 90% sorted out, signing of papers to do, it was actually moving. It was enlightening and funny even how much I hated it and it turned out great. Though it was “productive” compared to its usual days, I suddenly found myself sighing at the thought of meetings I have to book next, emails to reply and the last few days of one of my favourite colleagues. Sad. I swear how do people keep up with this rollercoaster called “Life”.
I grabbed my wallet and phone (like any unwomanly thing to do) and relished the part that it’s 5:45 PM and am on my way out. I took the bus, enjoyed the 1 kilometer walk home holding a bag of groceries and baking goodies, lighted up the dark flat and plopped all my stuff in its semi-rightful place. Like any working gal nowadays, I have learned one thing necessary when you get home and it was to raise your legs and “rest”. Where else better to do it but in your own bedroom.
Moments like that it finally got me thinking… and thinking… and thinking… Yes, it was a rare moment.
Can someone please explain to me what the hell are those two loops on my ceiling?!
I’ve been living in Singapore for over 5 years and out of 6 rooms I have stayed in and called home, 4 of them had those loops on the wall. My brain is not digesting it well and it’s not even in the middle of the bedroom.