I mind blog all the time (which blogger doesn’t, eh?). Every time I am doing some mindless house chore, I am blogging away in my mind. Every time I go somewhere or eat something, I am blogging in my mind. Each time I am stuck in a traffic jam or waiting at the traffic light junction to cross, I am constructing sentences in my mind to put it in my blog. Every funny, interesting, weird thing I see, I am already mind blogging it. So why the heck when I am in front of the computer, I cannot find anything to blog about???
Some random thoughts which I am managed to muster out:
1. I am online too much (understatement of the year..)
I picked up a book the other day (it was a Sunday, and a slow day for the blog-reading). It felt nice, holding a hardcover tome instead of a keyboard and it made me feel good, like how you feel good when you order a fruit salad instead of the some creamy dessert concoction after a steak dinner. I was into the second paragraph and I came across a phrase in blue. My first instinct was to mouse over it and see the link to that phrase…
2. Weird habit #1 (more of this to come in the future..)
I like to buy clothes that come in a set for my kids (eg. pyjamas with matching tops and bottoms, t-shirt and shorts). And I never, ever let them wear that particular outfit with any other combinations other than the one it came in. Meaning, I never match top A with trouser B even if they match perfectly. Top A is always worn with trouser A and top B is always with trouser B. And even if I buy the outfits separately, I will always end up pairing blouse C and pants D all the time because they are a perfect match. I will even fold or hang them together so that even if I am not the one dressing them, the other person will always know that this two clothings go together. (obsessive control freak!!)
3. I don’t like shopping that much (sure or not??)
I mean it’s not a favourite past time. I buy when I need to. Just yesterday I bought my first pair of sports shoe in 10 years. And it was because it had been raining for the past 48 hours (really, it rained here!! A continuous light drizzle that lasted for ages!). I didn’t bring any closed toe shoes, all I had were my crocs, sandals and slippers and it was no fun getting my feet cold and wet. So on my way to running some errands I picked up a pair of sneakers and some socks from the store of 3 stripes (and this is not even my favourite brand!) which happened to be on my way to the store I wanted to go to. Lucky for me this time, the sales are on. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I have had to pay full price for something just because I needed it there and then or was worried I wouldn’t be able to find it again, only to find it on sale few weeks later!
Anyway, the only time I will shop is when I need a dress, or shoes, or whatever. Other than that, I am very malas to go shopping. And when I do, I like to do it alone and get it over and done with ASAP. So rest assured, I will never call you up to go shopping. Nor ask you if my butt looks fat in those pants..
4. Cleaning the vacuum cleaner dust chamber is therapeutic
I have a bagless vacuum cleaner. And it needs to be emptied after 2-3 rounds of vacuuming. Now this is not as simple as removing the dust chamber, opening the cover and pouring out the dust.
After the dust is removed, I need to clean the dust filter as well, as it gets pretty clogged out too. And this is the therapeutic part – the unclogging of the filter with a toothpick. And why do I have to clean the filter with a toothpick? Because my dust filter looks like a car air filter (see right). And I have spent many a peaceful and contemplative moment squatting in front of the dustbin mindlessly removing all the hair and dust from each and every single fold, as the sight of hairy dustballs drives everyone away..
Hmmm…pause.. think.. think.. think..
I think this is about all the post-worthy thoughts I have for now that I would like to remember one year from today. I’ll probably have more as soon as I switch off the computer and start washing the dishes.
Oh well, to quote paris beaverbanks, “The fluff must go somewhere“… till the next time I need to de-fluff… tataa!