This isn't another rant about Singaporean commuters. Not today, that is. It's my first time blogging on the crowded train, seated comfortably with my laptop and bag expertly balanced on my lap. For some reason, I'm not experiencing any Monday Blues today. My Monday Blues usually stem from a sense of guilt that arises from not making good use of the weekend, but since I spent Saturday morning and the whole of Sunday productively, I'm pretty satisfied with the amount of work I've managed to complete. It's going to be a hectic week ahead, with a consultation session for a position paper, interview with a professor for a project, meetings with the V Bash main and sub-committees, essays, projects and some other things I told myself I would do – swim/gym/run at least 3 times a week (Oh, the infernal weight gain. L ), clean my room, start studying for exams and help Mum with the housework. I feel really bad about not being home most of the time, not spending quality time with her whenever I'm home, getting all defensive and arguing with her over every innocuous little remark when I'm really just pissed off at myself for certain things. I think about how her loving hands have touched the iron that pressed the clothes on my body, about the sandwich she made for me while I was in the shower that so effectively dispels all morning hunger pangs......and I just want to give her a big, fat hug and hold onto her for as long as I can.