24.8.25 - Busy(ish)

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Yesterday I actually tidied up the backroom and the dinihg room. I did that after my run. I did intend to do the finances and garage but when I went into the garage, the washing machine was filled with Oisin's clothes and that stopped me in my tracks. I rewashed his clothes and went back in and never recovered from the minor obstacle. BUT the backroom and the dining room are massive. Oh yes, I also hoovered the house. I am very proud of that. These seem quite basic, but many Singaporeans I know probably don't remember when they last hoovered their own houses. They have maids for that. 

For a house which has been unoccupied, this place was really filled with dirt on the floor and cobwebs - I suppose cobwebs aren't a surprise. I felt sorry for the spiders, but I don't think they had much luck with insects anyway. I really made sure that the flies either didn't breed or were able to leave as I left the bathroom skylight open a teeny bit. 

So, today, I hope to tidy the table here and then do the office. It isn't THAT bad. I was delighted I was able to make the backroom my creative room. I'll also transcribe stories when I'm done.

The more the world imposes upon me, the more I tell myself, the things I do I do for myself. The things I do, I do for myself. I do because I am a creator, not a consumer. 

That is my rebellion.

The Singaporean Government has decided that it has to destroy another woodland. Literally called Woodlands. Woodlands used to be a peaceful, quite place. Now it is like every part of Singapore. I hate the PAP government. The lack of imagination. As long as they have their Ridout black and whites and their Botanic Gardens. They are so short sighted. And I think they employ unthinking zealots. I hate Singapore. I really hate it. It can try and overwhelm me with maya, but I know. It is all nonsense.

It's all rubbish. Everything about it is rubbish. The meaningful importat things are pushed to the side. Nothing gets done. Asia is fucked. It is well and truly fucked.

I'd love to go to India but I am terrified about what I will find there. I am too old to travel with that degree of discomfort and I can't afford to shield myself from the poverty there. Also I have been to India in the shape of Serangoon Road. 

I also ran and did my sit ups. I think I will try to move my typing to the backroom and see how it goes. And then I'll move the small laptop to the office. Relocate. I need a larger table with which to write. My creativity room. 

I also did manage to binge watch Unnatural, a Netflix series about the murder of a fostered child. It is just awful really, what happens to children. If I was to ever leave Steiner I would join the Fostering Network. I would. I would work with children, especially Fostered or Orphaned children.

Anyway... I will now organise the living room and then take all this into the backroom. Change is as good as a rest.

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