please summer, don't end

It's going to be cold soon. For all the warmth it has delivered, it has been a fab summer with every ray of sunshine. Compared to the cold months there are more people roaming the streets during summer. There's the catch, despite the warmth, it's claustrophobic. I never liked the shoulder to shoulder or skin to skin traffic in rock concerts or train stations I don't like crowds, there's more comfort to having less people.

This year, I've never been really outside North London. Unlike last year, there has been no plane rides anywhere and also unlike last year, the hubby and I no longer use a pram for the little girl. I find it hard to navigate anywhere pushing a pram. In the two and a half years, it was such a strain, especially when utilising public transport. It's still hard with sweetie walking next to me because she wants to run and run. She's a kid. They have so much energy. Unlike me, I find it hard to keep awake during the day after a night's work. I succumb to sleep if ever there's downtime. Like this Saturday, I couldn't keep awake, the hubby had somewhere to go and I have no choice but to persevere through the yawns and stay indoors for the safety of little one.

refrain, in a song

Ours is a society that is huge on physical appearances. The throng dwells too much on what is pleasing to the eyes. But for those with a sprinkle of insight know that beauty fades over time despite advents in make up and plastic surgery. If one is fortunate enough to be given a platform to utilise a set of skills and talent over a lifetime then there is a glimpse of joy and fulfilment. Hopefully. Sometimes human beings crave for more than what is presented on the buffet table.

If every single human has beauty, talent and intelligence then we wouldn't need to bash on social media (social media is another of those Trojan horses). We should advocate peace and good will to all mankind (I was raised riding on public utility jeepneys and reading their signs). I should really devour The Little Prince as this quote haunts, "what is essential is invisible to the naked eye." Twenty-two years since Ruffa's interview in Miss World and my reading book list is still bereft of The Little Prince.

But we cannot dictate our beliefs in others. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder is not the manta of ugly people. It's not.

cathartic writing

I have been tired since March, so I have not been exactly good company. I'll be snappy when you see me and would shower you with my personal judgments and biases. It's not good.

It's the schedule. It was harsh earlier in the year, it's harsher now. The essays took their toll, ruined the focus on the birthday dos. Now, my rota is extra mean. No chance in the next two weeks to just relax for a day. So if you see me now, I'm really extra bitchy. Beware.