the only constant is change

Lunch today was at a faux-luxurious Chinese restaurant by the Harborfront. Like all buffet lunches it was a typical exercise in unnecessary bloatism (yes I made this word up) but that's not the focus of today's entry.

After we had waddled back to the car between burps and made our way down countless dizzying ramps to the exit, we discovered that there was a long line. Actually there were two lines since there were two exit points, but for some reason, both cars were just sitting at the cashcard reader. Either the system was down, or both the drivers had not topped up their cashcards. This resulted in a scenerio that looked something like this:

Goodness knows how long those in front of us had been there. We were too far back to be put into the diagram. There wasn't much we could do except to watch, wait, speculate and talk about our next meal. After a while, irate truck driver, as indicated in above expertly-sketched diagram, got out of his vehicle in a rage. We obviously couldn't hear anything he was saying since we were miles back, but from his body language it was pretty clear that he was seething. Oh, and that he slammed the door probably suggested that, too. He jabbed the air forcefully with his arms and his face was blacker than deepest space. He strode up to the front and, presumably, yelled some instructions at the drivers who, surprisingly, complied by performing some little maneuvering tricks to get out of the way. Both of the red-faced (I'm assuming) drivers sped off and the choke was finally cleared. Looks like both of them had not been monitoring their cashcard values after all.

Ah, hurray for technology.

Hurray for convenience because of technology.

And hurray for a lack of patience because of convenience.

Drumming the table, the seconds tick by.
I'm thinking of Japanese food even though I've just had lunch.
A jumble of music notes wades through my mind's clutter.
I pick at my nails.
My 'To-Do' list stares back at me expectantly with a measure of repressed panic.
I avert my gaze, and walk defiantly away.

For now.

I found this dead butterfly on the way to work this morning. Somehow I felt a pang of sadness to see its lifeless body on the hard grey path.

Its outstretched wings caught the slight breeze and was dragged across the pavement in uneven little jerks. Even in death, it was still proud of the intricate beauty of its delicate wings.

At the very least, it caught my eye and made a final impression.

No agenda. No schedule.

Just meandering to where the moment leads.

Good food and company. A day to be savored and remembered.

Thanks.

I spent a very enjoyable afternoon this past Monday in the historical Fort Canning Park at the fringe of town. As evening approached, the setting sun cast long shadows admist the lush foliage and created many atmospheric photo ops. Here's some of the scenery as seen through the eyes of my trusty cam.

There are many important things in our lives that we need to protect - our sanity, our home and family, our investments, the last tub of B&J in the freezer. But did you know that above all of these, you need to protect the toothbrush that scours your pearly whites everyday?

Ever since I horrifically chanced upon an obese cockroach doing the macarana on my toothbrush one late and fateful night when I absolutely had to go to the bathroom, I have been unable to put anything in my mouth without first wondering if any denizens of the night have had their vile way with it.

So you can understand why I was over the moon when I came across this snazzy armor made especially for vulnerable toothbrushes. It comes with two high-tech suction cups on the back for easy attachment to the bathroom mirror and flips open like a clam when the toothbrush is lifted. Incidently, this also elevates any bathroom it graces to a bold new dimension.

Now I can carry out my daily ritual for maintaining top-notch oral hygiene in peace knowing deep down that my trusty toothbrush hasn't been sullied and molested by some 6 or 8 legged thing.

...for something to happen but nothing does.

The past two weeks of work and home have yielded nothing blog-worthy. No stinging interactions, no earth-shattering events, no jaw-dropping announcements, no revelatory pronouncements; nothing that I can use as fodder for my normally-hyper imagination. Oh sure, there were interesting moments aplenty but even those contained nothing I'd want to blog about.

Which leads me to this question: what do I want to blog about?

Up till now, it's been a mish-mash of threads in my life. A picture here, a conversation there, moments of greatness and weakness - tiny and frayed snippets, really, of me.

I never wanted this to be a blow by blow account of how I exist. There is so much more to life, isn't there, to just simply accomplishing what's next on the list? Somehow, identifying and capturing this other aspect of life is tough. Maybe that's why it's hard to define precisely what it is.

So what do I want to blog about? I still don't know - my life, my thoughts, my hopes and fears all rolled into one messy and confusing package?

Maybe that's all there is to write about.