Well, August has been a slow, a painfully s l o w week.
After the NDP fiesta, time seems to come to an almost stand still, moving usually slow. Feels as though time is taking a break.
January is filled with a bustle of activities, birthdays and prelude to CNY.
February's sister's birthday plus actual CNY that entails endless visiting and eating. Also, its the shortest month.
March is kind of a rest period for the waistline. And desperate attempts to make brought before cny clothes fit (best if it fits loosely) again.
Good Friday (TGIF) is in April. More gatherings with loved ones. Students gearing up for the MYE. Increased frequencies for outfields in preparation for ATEC.
May is for Vesak and Labour's Day. Hip Hooray for NSF. Students mourn over MYE results and gear up for June Hols! Insane intensive outfields for ATEC.
Hell breaks loose as teens are freed from the clutches of schools in June. ATEC! Nursing of nasty wounds from mosquitoes and other insects evolved purely to add misery to men/women that are in the jungle. And block leave! Yippee for NSF.
July. Students trudge back to school and teachers secretly gloat. Pace starts to slow down.
45th year of independence to sg. Flurry of activities with the onslaught of goodie pack packing. (HELLISH. NEVER DO IT.) Hungry Ghost Festival.
The end of Aug and currently Sept seems to ooze slowly into the calendar pages. Bit by bit, drip by drip, molecule by molecule. Afternoons are unbearably long. I turn slightly sadistic in camp, physically/mentally tormenting friends.
Plans made to go out with people collapse like poker card towers in the wind. Camp life took a down turn. Mood spirals downwards a few hundred notches.
But luckily, nothing Nutella cannot do to salvage it. Nutella tart totally saved the day/week/month. Made me feel so so so much better. :D