It’s been three months since I left work and I have…
Gone for a music festival – St Jerome’ Laneway Festival (Does Coachella over Youtube count as a second one? =D)
Gone for a concert – toe, Mosaic (I see me =D)
Attended a Butoh Workshop with Alb and Kai
Watched a play
Ironed all my darn clothes
Watched movies – 300, Amélie, Any Given Sunday, Delicatessen, Fight Club, Infernal Affairs, L’Auberge Espagnole, La Combe Lucien, Les Petits Mouchoirs, Lost in Translation, Machuca, Melancholia, The Descendants, The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (Swedish and English Versions), The Godfather I, II and III, The Iron Lady, The Lady
Read – Olivia (in French), Lady Chatterley’s Lover, The Great Frustration, There Once Lived a Woman Who Tried to Kill Her Neighbor’s Baby, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Worked out (almost) every day
Made crème brúlée (got my own blow torch), made pasta, bread, jam.
Picked up driving
Visited the museum – Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition
Organised the wardrobe and accessories …
Supported Soccer games…
Made new friends…
Most importantly…
Reconnected with loved ones I’ve neglected – Momo, Sis-es, Melb, K, Hui, Xiu, Shus, Bestie, SQ, B
Three months have passed.
And that feeling that time is running out sneaks up on me and teases that panic button ever so often. But it is also that sense of the inevitable end; those limits, that force us to get out there and push ourselves further and harder, so I am thankful.
No time to lament or feel sorry. Not today at least.
Loads more I’ve yet to accomplish, and loads more to come – driving examination, Arts Festival performance, N’s wedding and my long-awaited Berlin visit. (Tokyo soon, I hope!)
Stealing Time 