Flux

Yes I am aware of how neglected my blog is. In the past few weeks, even months, I seem to have lost my momentum in blogging, and posts come in far and few in between.

I guess it's mostly due to the nature of this blog: I've kept it largely lighthearted and silent about the more serious topics in my life, and the past few months have been months where I've contemplated and acted upon bringing about some changes in my life. For example, Intuition proposed, so there is the whole business of looking for a new house to stay in. I have been considering a career switch, and so for weeks and months I've been looking for jobs (oh how I dislike that process!), going for interviews, updating the resume, so on and so forth.

This is truly a year of transitions. I was uprooted from my old home to a new one in a vastly different neighbourhood; I will be enjoying my last few months of singlehood; I have resigned from my old job and am now officially in between jobs as today's my last day; I am preparing for a new home; I am also preparing for a new phase in life. Wow. How do you blog about all these in-between stages without baring your soul to the world? And since this blog is simply not such a platform, I just keep the silence. It's not that I've not been hanging around the computer--I've been surfing the web as if my life depended on it--it's just that I don't know what to say here.

In the course of these changes, God has been good at every stage, and I've had people come alongside to give me the support needed to cushion the stress and iron out my thoughts. I am blessed =) Can I just say that my church is really a great church? Seriously.

Now that the dust has settled and though I'm still in flux, though not so much, I can begin my blogging again. Changes to the blog ahead? Perhaps; I'm getting rather bored of the look and feel, but we'll see how it goes. Maybe with so many other changes going on in my offline world, it might do me good to just keep my lil online corner the same.

Toodles for now =)


PS: 2 posts in a day! Woot!

Coercion

Last year's Standard Chartered Run was really fun--when I was physically there at the running area. Prior to that, the training was a royal pain in the derrière, and I bet I was a real pain to those people who were trying to get me to do a semblance of training for the run (flashback: Intuition dragging me, kicking and screaming, out of my house, jogging for 10minutes then walking the rest of the way whining "I'm tired! I don't want to do this anymore! FLABS BE DAMNED.")

This year, I received an email from StandChart saying that there will be a discount! for repeat runners! and the inner aunty in me simply cannot pass up a good deal like that. This means that I must sign up pronto! I WILL BE SAVING $10! And so I asked Intuition if he could kindly sign me up for it.

And he called and told me he signed me up for the 21km run.

As if that was not bad enough, he said,"I'm wondering whether I should pay for you. Don't get me wrong, I would be more than willing to pay the fees for you, it's just that I'm afraid that if you get this for free, you may not have a sense of ownership for it and you won't train! Then what's the point right? So you pay me back for this okay?"

... I am Quirkie, hear me whine.

Confusion and Consternation

Pregnant woman on public transport. I always feel very strongly that pregnant ladies should not need to stand up for more than 1 stop; people should automatically give up their seats for them. My friend had this experience on the train when she was into her third trimester: she was standing on the train and a lady who was getting off said loudly for all to hear "My gosh, can you please ask someone to give up his seat for you?". Shortly after, a guy (finally!) gave up his seat to her.

Another friend who recently gave birth said that she never had to stand for very long; her stern-faced big sized husband will glare at all the men sitting down until some poor guy stands up to give her a seat.

A Malaysian friend of mine shared this anecdote: in the crowded MRT one day, a very pregnant lady boarded the train. No one gave her a seat until much later, a man belatedly realises and stands up to offer her his seat. Then someone else rushed to grab the seat, and upon realising that it's for the pregnant lady, said "oops!" and continued hogging the seat. *facepalm*

With all these righteous indignation brewing in me, it is with much pride and gusto that I stood up and gave up my coveted seat to a lady with a bulging belly standing in front of me today. Her belly was protruding, so it didn't look like just a chubby belly. She had a certain glow to her face, one I associated with happy mothers to be. As I stood up, she looked at me with surprise and ... she hesitated to take the seat. In fact, we were both standing up looking at each other uncomfortably for about 5 seconds (an eternity, really) before she resignedly sat down.

WAS SHE PREGNANT OR WAS SHE JUST CHUBBY?!?!?!

WAS SHE MORE EMBARRASSED OR WAS I?!

AAAHHHHH!!!!