A day off from work and I’m supposed to be heading off somewhere but bcoz no. 2 niece showered my stuffed panda yesterday with lots of tender loving saliva (not that I mind :), I am waiting for Panda to come out of the dryer.
Realised how much I miss writing. Painting the world with words has always been therapeutic for me. No matter how I start, it usually ends with a positive spin. And if the spin doesn’t happen, I could always start over from a different angle. 2nd drafts are softer.
Sometimes it’s lovely to tell stories instead of feelings, bcoz stories airbrush the harsh edges of personal feelings/ injuries and paint it as it is (richly encased in context with overlapping perspectives), not how it feels. A reminder for my volatility lately.
Well, time to head out for the day’s adventure. Little India, Henderson Waves and Queensway Shopping Centre. Hm..