Dear Diary,
The vintage soul in me insists on beginning you with a "Dear Diary" header, and I am still updating a hardcopy journal. This is from a world that used to honour nature, used to respect lives, or at least- not destroy them for the sake of destroying them (or purging or religious reason or whatever excuse there is). May I ask that you stop scrolling down this page, stop reading for 30 seconds, as a silent tribute to the victims and families of this mass shooting in Vegas tonight? #prayforvegas #prayforlasvegas.
In other news, September has gently seeped in, bringing with it some heavy-hearted surprises. Okay, a couple of them, which had to do with my maternal relations. Visitations ensued, to ensure that they are fine now; and as part of catching up with the big, big family.
Other events in September included mooncake shopping and dining out with the Mom, eating out with friends, company events, plans for more travels and outside-of-work trainings. One should never stop learning and refreshing, no matter how good or experienced they are (or not) - for all knowledge gained is priceless, and will eventually come in handy one day.
Formula One Race happened again, but I didn't attend this year. Didn't see the need to. There's a lot of leisurely activities I have not had time to do for a while, come to think of it. Weekdays are work, trainings, the business, blogger-related tasks / events, French lessons, visiting the Mom back home. Weekends are housechores (be it monitoring part-time domestic helper or DIY), work or business related tasks, rushing to visit the Mom at home and visiting the MIL. Shopping, writing, cafes, drinking and other hobbies have somehow taken a back seat when the pursue of enjoyment used to be a need.
But I am tired, so very tired at times. It seems that everything has a deadline and even on weekends I am looking at the clock to ensure that I am on schedule. Then news of relations falling ill, or other parental-related obligations wedge their way through, and suddenly it feels like being able to breathe alone is a luxury. I wish I didn't care; I wish I didn't have to give a single damn about everything and just do things at my own languid pace; wish I didn't feel the need to make certain activities an obligation just to show that I care.
I can't wait for the next break. That, and a good spa or meditation session again.
Thank you my dears for reading - love you xoxoxoxox
Media Invites and Events:
1) Lunch at Five Marbles Craft Beer Restaurant @ Rendezvous Hotel
2) Detox Slimming Session @ BottomSlim
3) F1 Delights Buffet Dinner at AquaMarine @ Marina Mandarin Hotel
4) Buffet Dinner at Element Restaurant @ Amara Hotel
