Thursday, December 08, 2005
8th December 2005
Ah it was in the midst of noon when I awoke from deep slumber and hurried to carry out the day's chores. I had planned the day's events ere I slept the day before and now having lost most of the morning in dreamland, I proceeded on to work, desiring not to waste anymore of those precious seconds. With a touch of old familiarity, I began to swiftly sift through the pile of unwashed clothings and pick out the coloured onces, tossing them into the washing machine in which water cascaded down like a waterfall. I left the machine and headed straight for the vacuum and vacuum round the entire house, hindered by objects too large to fit down the pipe, causing the machine to splutter and choke. Chairs and tables and narrow spaces gave me hell as I navigated my way around them. I would have wished to mop the floor then, had the lunch bell not chimed thrice and my stomach was growling too much to resist the thought of food. I made a simple meal of pork omelettes with rice and then took a break for the day for my sis' friend was due to come any minute and wet floors, I supposed would greatly hinder their accessiblity. I settled down to read after having hung the washed clothes up to dry.
By 4 in the afternoon, I went down to cycle for a couple of hours at the park, stopping now and then to help my sis collect "kindling" in large NTUC plastic bags. It had rained earlier in the day and the pavements were swathed in mud. These "kindling" were meant to serve as some sort of firewood or kindling during her guides camp two weeks ere the end of the holidays. It was oddly satisfying to see those large bags filled swiftly with slender green-yellow or brown twings and reminded me of days back when I would descend upon the park in times of great need and collect bags of dead leaves for photographs and first-hand research for my O level AEP paintings.
And so the day passed quickly, busier and more fruitful than most and so many days there are to come and so many things I would have myself do. It just shows that boredom which hangs upon the thick boughs of trees need not be plucked if not desired. One should take it upon themselves to find ways to make their day more meaningful and allow one's life to pass through the years without it being laid to waste.
Posted by The Inflamed at 10:32 PM
