I am getting old and forgetful, that i readily admit. This got to the point that I have actually forgotten my username and password into editing this blog even though I was trying to write at some point after the Facebook addiction wore off. Gosh, that was embarrassing. I thought very hard but there was no Eureka moment. Frankly, I couldn’t even recall which email address I used for this blog, which you need to retrieve the forgotten password (I do have quite a few email addresses, some of which was deleted due to virus/hacking). So there, premature Alzheimer for me…I guess it must have spread from my spouse. 
Facebook is finally listed and the founder got married the day after, in his backyard no less…Wow, great news. I would have expected a fancy wedding to go with his position. But we are not talking about the typical billionaire here, so what’s quirky certainly generated more buzz I guess. I do envy his wife though, who no longer needs to work for money like us all and sundry, but as a matter of preference and passion. I wonder when will that day come for me, working for passion that is…
On Facebook though, I am quite bored of it, so this is also one of the reasons I have returned to blogging . I simply can’t keep up with the numerous format changes (that is also one of the symptoms of getting old -> inflexibility). It used to be so simple. Now, to look at my friend’s photo albums, I need to go to their timeline and click on photos instead or chance upon it when they do publish at the same time I am logged on to Facebook. And what is it about timeline, really. I don’t enjoy looking at it, it’s difficult to see all the postings scattered everywhere. I still prefer the old format, where you can read or scanned through all the posts in one page. This is especially useful when you are playing games and need to send gifts to your “neighbours”. Now, I practically stopped playing Zynga games ending with xxx-ville, firstly, because it became a “job” to me (you know plant, plant, harvest, harvest) and secondly, the unfriendly format.
Okies, ever since I shifted, as mentioned my journey to and fro my house is rather long….and with the hike in petrol price….YIPES! Since I gotta wake up earlier, I have resorted to doing a lot of things in the car. Errr….not like Mr. Bean tho’ to the extent of brushing teeth and changing clothes in the car…that will cause accidents on the road!! No, but somehow I seemed to be living like a nomad…with my gym bag ever ready at the back of the car…tho’ it’s not like I visit the gym often nowadays…:( …shoes for all occasions stashed at the back (very important since the last time I forgot my work shoes, I had to rush out to get a pair during lunch hour!!) and I tend to eat and drink in my car too to maximise the time spent travelling…:) Shhh….I know I know….we will get fined for eating in the car..also it’s dangerous, not to mention the difficulty in maneuvring the steering wheel with one hand! I also have this bad habit of reading my text and sms while driving…this one I really admire those peeps who are able to text without needing to look at the phone at all…if it’s me right….will prob end up texting something gibberish!
It’s rather interesting to look around and see what other drivers are doing inside their cars…especially when you are stuck in traffic jams (which is practically a norm every morning for me now). Some drivers are really gross…they pick their noses and dig their teeth when they think nobody is looking! Some will be doing their own karaoke in the car and it’s amusing to see the mouths moving…hahahaha….ok, I am also guilty of this…hey, it helps keep me awake mah….Some ladies like to do their makeup…normal…as long as they don’t end up drawing a Nike swoosh as their eyebrow, reckon that is ok. Some couples like to canoodle while stuck in the jam…hey, if you knew everybody else will be looking, then should be a bit more ‘reserve’ lar….we are not living overseas where this is the societal norm leh…..
On a related note, my pet peeves of drivers on the road
I grew up in a neighbourhood where anything and everything was within a stone throw from my house. The petrol station, kopi tiam, post office, cinema (before it was torn down), supermarket, banks, clinic, dentist, fast food, bus stop, lrt station, etc…you named it, we have it. I never really understand it whenever friends or colleagues tells me how lucky I am to be staying in such a strategic location where practically every amenities is at my doorstep. Well, until I shifted….
Now, I seemed to be living in a jungle where the nearest shops is approx 8 mins drive away…nope, I can’t walk out to the shops anymore. They have the same things ie kopi tiam, post office, clinic, dentist, banks, supermarket, McDonald’s, no cinema tho’ since that has been monopolised by the megamalls of today. But somehow, the feeling is different…I still feel ‘lost’ whenever I need to patronise a shop. Are the sundries cheap and good? Is the service nice? do they have a branch of xxx bank? I once tried locating a post box turning twice to the same road….but still can’t locate it tho’ I remember seeing it previously
So, guess what….sometimes, I still go to my beloved old neigbourhood and goto the banks, eat at the kopi tiam, throw my letters into the post office box etc…I basically know where each shop is located at the back of my hand…I just go there, run in and get out…saves more time that way….also, gives me the comfort that my stuff have been dealt with properly…old habits die hard I suppose…the sense of familiarity is very comforting…
Nowadays, I drive about an hour (min) to reach my workplace. To and fro means approx 2 hours of travelling on the highway. Sigh! My old office used to be a mere 5 mins drive away from my old house…those were definitely the good old days!! Even my new office was only a 20mins drive away. Gees….now, I know what a godsend my old house is!
