Normalcy and A Consolation Prize

Normalcy tastes sweet, while it lasts.

And especially sweeter, when it's something you've been craving for. Just like this simple bowl of instant noodles my Aunt Lynette made me for lunch while I was in Seattle. I stuffed the noodles into my belly full of late-morning latte and bagel-with-cream-cheese, because hot, soupy noodles never fail to cheer me up whenever I'm faraway from home.



Butterflies in the stomach, while you're asleep, brings you back to the past, makes you remember the love and how it feels to be back at home. I thought I had a sweet dream.

I can only thank God for letting me taste sweetness and love while I still can.

I'm thankful for normalcy sometimes.


I'm flouting my no-journaling-while-at-work rule again. But do I care?

The mood to work is not back, though I physically am. The fact that it's Friday doesn't help a teeny bit.

I chatted with a close friend for more than an hour before I switched on the computer at 10.

And guess what atrocious thing Ed and Rob and I are gonna do during lunch (probably a long one) today? I'll let you know later, but the thought is making me gleeful right now.


Received a phone-call from a 'private number' on my cell just a while ago. Cautious as usual, I picked up the call, and was informed I won some prize in some lucky draw in some supermarket/shopping mall contest sometime last year.

"Ma'am, do you remember ever filling in some lucky draw ticket sometime last June?"

Like I actually do.

The prizes sound impressive though - for a 'consolation' prize.

One, a free night-stay in some 'resort' in Sentosa. (Haha, I sure hope it's not Rasa Sentosa; I wouldn't mind the Beaufort though. I wonder if I can bring Piper and Gracie along.)

Two, a free ladies'/gents' watch. (My Father's Day gift has been taken care of.)

Three, a free spa voucher. (Probably redeemable at the 'resort'.)

I checked and made sure it wasn't some marketing scam, and that I wouldn't need to sit through any stupid 'presentation', before I agreed to collecting my prizes this evening.

Hmm. Why would collecting my gifts take an hour then?

Whatever. I have time to spare, anyway.