Standard but not so standard
Like I said, "before examinations, the mind was buzzling with tonnes of stuff to execute. after examinations, every neuro-space is a ghost town". To make things worse as though it hadn't been worst enough, those who were close to me seemed to have flown away. James left for KL, Clara followed suit to some place in M'sia. LW's in Holland. I was contemplating, what the... should have informed me earlier, I'd have pretty much wanted to do the same. Nevermind, sigh.. I shall see to my travel plans during next year.
I attended Ivan's grandpa's wake, you know, friends' support with attendence - the least I could do. Plus giving a token for financial relieve. Trust me, funeral's charges are high these days. I didn't know what to feel. Just empathesise. Deep inside, there was a part of me totally familiar with what's going on. I knew how it felt to lose a loved one, how late nights were spent on folding incense paper, how we should entertain and be grateful to those who came, when to submit our condolence. But I was humble, pretending like I'm a newbie and just sitting there, asking Ivan how is his family and himself coping. I didn't stay too long, because I was all alone there. Jielong didn't turn up at our agreed time. And I left to Bugis.
Tea with Hendri was the nicest thing that happened during the weekend. Though he was a little tired but I appreciated and enjoyed chatting with him. I had my favourite Perfect Match latte from TeaDot. The sweet aroma of vanilla, sugar and tea, the adjustingly right air-condition temperature, the cosy velvet-covered chair, the warm lights, Olivia singing "Favourite things" and light-listening songs. I told Hendri if it was drizzling outside, it would have been perfect.
Well, went to Orchard, and something that never happened, actually event itself. Saturday night crowd, it depresses me. I never felt this when I was with Clara, James or anybody. Just tonight, it's so depressing.
I knew I had to get outta house on a Sunday. Was supposed to head back to work but I guess I just wanted another day off. Of course, this would mean I'll have all the time to be emo for now and afterward, I'll be working my a** off for coming week.
Woke up from my nap, then I showered, replied some messages and texts before I got flowers for my Mummy and Jimson. No white roses and lavenders. Got lilies with baby's breath. But nonetheless, white. I enjoyed private time. Visits to the memorium was one of the times I could be myself, unscrew the "cap" and pour out the gushing feelings in my heart to my confidente. And I just sat there, sipping on my vendored green tea, immerse myself in tranquility as I sob till I grew tired from an emptied heart.
Anyway, the taxi driver drove me around the expressways on my way to the memorial. He missed all the necessary turns, overshot exits. It took me almost 20 minutes to arrive at the destination when it should have taken 10 minutes. I sighed, I was supposed to lose my temper. But I didn't. So what if I did. It won't fetch me there earlier. But the driver was repentant, he discounted $5 off the metered-fare. I was thankful.
And that was how an uneventful weekend went, following my exams. :]
