After work today I walked to the bus stop and waited for a bus.

I got on the bus, and then I got off the bus. And then I got on another bus, which took me home.

I got home, made myself some pasta and a simple salad.

Ate my pasta and simple salad whilst reading an old copy of Archie.

Decided I was still hungry, went downstairs and had more pasta.

Feeling filled up, I took my bowls downstairs and then decided to go down to Cold Storage to buy yet more cleaning products to disinfect my desk at work. The citrus Dettol spray I bought yesterday smells horridly like a toilet - and instead of making me feel clean and sanitised, just made me feel kinda grubby, like I was in a wet, dirty toilet by the beach.

So today I went in search of Dettol - the original solution. Because at least THAT, is a sanitised smell. I also bought a squigy bottle (it's really an empty spray bottle, but the word squigy just sounds much better) to contain my Dettol and water solution, that I could bring to the office.

And I bought a bottle scrub. And a glass for the bottle scrub to sit in on my desk.

Tomorrow I will go to work and Dettol my work station. Then I will bring the horrid smelling citrus Dettol spray home so that it can be used for what it smells most appropriate - cleaning our home toilets.

But I digress. The point I wanted to make, aside from the fact that I seem to be becoming a little compulsive with cleanliness, is that on the way to the supermarket, Mikey and I sang along to Glee. Well, I sang, and he kinda just whimpered and moved around a lot in the passenger seat.

It was a happy and carefree kind of feeling, one that I haven't felt in awhile.

I felt neither exhausted nor drained.

I didn't finish work on the dot at six.

But still, I was happier because there were no unpleasant situations I had to deal with. No ego's and tantrums to speak of.

And honestly, that makes a world of difference.

N.O.T Shopping

I've been very good over the past few weeks about not shopping.

Of course I still spend lots of time putting myself in temptation's path - insisting on going into shops and trying on things, browsing blogshops endlessly, even going so far as to stand in line at the check-out counter (or add items to my shopping cart, for blogshops) - but so far, I've always managed to back out at the last minute.

I don't know why I go through the entire process above if I'm trying hard not to shop. I really should be doing more productive things like eating or sleeping. But I can't help it.

I suppose I just find it therapeutic. And it helps to curb the urges, somewhat.

But I was just reading randomly blogs earlier when I chanced upon this one of a girl who took a picture of a HUGEASS wasp nest that was growing around her bracelets in one of her accessories containers.

GROSS.

I suppose that's the result of having too much stuff. Too much stuff that you don't end up using.

And I certainly have more than enough.

Clothes and accessories that is.

So no shopping.

And on a separate but related note, the older I get, the more particular I get about cleanliness.

Dust and grime sends shivers up my spine.

So in my future home, I want no odd/unused corners. I want everything to be wide open and fully visible, so it's constantly used. Besides, I feel unused/seldom accessed corners gives bad vibes to a home.

Like my storeroom at home now. I feel like I have to tiptoe in and out really really quickly whenever I want to get something. I never linger more than absolutely necessary because it feels gross just being in there.

Urks.

My new office is unfortunately quite the epitome of old and grubby office furniture. Shall go get myself some dettol and wipes to keep at my desk so I can give it daily wipedowns.

Fireworks by the bay

We ushered in 2011 with a run down to the waterfront to watch the fireworks.

We contemplated driving down with a picnic basket, thinking in our minds that it would be empty the way it normally is.

Thank goodness for the very-loudly-ticking biological clock (hello, 27! - definitely late 20s now), which told me we should get off our asses and stop pigging out.

As soon as we turned into the Tanjong Rhu stretch, we knew we made a good decision to run down because there were cars backed up for miles and miles. I suppose they all had the same brilliant idea of watching the fireworks from down this way.

We found a spot at about 11.33, and settled in to wait for the midnight fluorescent shower. It was gorgeous. I love fireworks.

There were too many people to run home after, so we took a slow walk back.

Ended the (late) night with a dinner of pasta, salad and grapes.