This June holidays

In the spirit of Fluffy Stuff's "This [month] I am into..." entries,
In a frantic attempt to catch up on the last week's worth of blogworthy activities before the school term starts tomorrow,
And as a tribute to all those primary school English teachers who made us write compositions on "What I did during the school holidays",

I present to you this blog entry:

This June holidays, I worked, rested, read more books in one month than I'd read in the entire five months preceding, in fact read more philosophy-related titles in one month than I'd read my entire life, taught my cellphone how to spell 'epistemology', 'MacRitchie', 'treetop' and 'popiah', cursed and swore at the scorching weather as rivulets of perspiration stained the back of whatever T-shirt I was wearing, didn't wear heels unless social etiquette or vanity compelled me to do so, discovered chocolates from Switzerland and the US at my cubicle at work (thank you, kind colleagues!), discovered the wonder of the Oreo shake (it's a meal unto itself!) at the Cool Station outlet beside the Standard Chartered Bank branch at Marine Parade, watched more Hollywood blockbusters in a month than I usually see the entire year, diligently brought all our household recyclables to the recycling bins at work, checked out Carl's Jr.'s burgers, waxed lyrical about chilli crab and then had some very good crab indeed at Ban Leong Wah Hoe along Casuarina Road, chided a child at East Coast Park for walking his balloon string right into my arm, rode a bike for the first time in at least thirteen years, watched other people spin around on their new almost-thousand-dollar bikes, shopped, didn't shop, laughed, cried, spilled vodka at Wala Wala (though, believe it or not, it wasn't on account of their charging $18.80 for beer out of a bottle), vicariously observed as Hideout was transformed into blogger central, switched my breakfast diet from bread-and-jam to SunSol muesli, tried, and failed, to give blood, acquired two bikinis under Ondine's tutelage, hit the Mango sale but got the Really Great Dress at Project Shop Blood Bros, celebrated Ondine's birthday with much of the aforementioned popiah, Lana cake and high tea, met Molly and Paws and the newest baby in a certain Chong family, ran ran ran, walked through Joo Chiat around midnight, procrastinated on work, was told I have a discoloration on my back which might be a rash, ringworm or scratched-up skin, brought my grandfather to Bumbu, which he then raved about to the relatives (and how often do you see 'grandfather' and 'rave' in the same sentence, especially when that grandfather is eighty-eight years old?), and forgot what time I should set my alarm for so that I can get to school on time tomorrow.

No, really. I can't remember what time I used to wake up last term. I think it was 6:30 am, but that sounds strangely late.

Well, the kids have an exam first thing in the morning, so I suppose I should go in a little earlier anyway.