I've started taking up a part time job to kill time before my permanent job begins. I know i should be resting and devoting myself to at least 2 months of enjoyment and indulgence in my hobbies and such. But, i figured i'd probably end up wallowing in pessimistic thoughts so i should just get a job to kill time.

It's a packing job at Giant hypermart. The pay is alright, the job duties are alright too. It reminds me of old NTUC days where i carried goods up to 30kg and climbed around shelves like a monkey.

Now, i'm a grown up girl- correction- i'm a grown up adult already. I don't know if i can classify myself a girl. Well, the last time i checked (which was about a couple of hours ago during shower), i am. Just, sighs, i'm not exactly girly. I see girls at the packing job squeaking for help to carry things and i wonder why they can't seem to try to carry them on their own first. Maybe i'm too manly. Also, NTU SBS dinner and dance is approaching really fast. I still haven't really prepared for it- Like hello, i still have not gotten shoes and such.

Haha, im typing all these as dear is passed out- fast asleep on my bed. We've had a long day at work, and the things we carried were heavy too. And of course, who wouldnt feel sleepy after having a really hearty mom-cooked dinner and b&j's strawberry cheesecake ice-cream? Heee.

Except, i'm stuck in memories. Memories of my grandpa, my grandma. And memories of this house- this home- how it'd been so lively, so alive, so noisy; 

Now that they're gone, everything has changed.

I miss you two alot. Wish you'd be able to see me now, i'll definitely make all these worth the while.

Someday.