Changes

Maybe age is catching up, I'm not sure, but in recent weeks, I found myself watching the Korean drama with my mama dutifully at 7. And that's really something for I don't really like watching the telly with my mama, aka The Commentator, for she always has loads to say about every scene, no matter what the programme is. And it's really really something for I don't fancy staying out late at night that much anymore either. I just wanna be home.

This past week also witnessed another anomaly where meals wouldn't be synchronised at whichever hour with the company I'm with. It's either he eats and I'll watch or I eat while she looks on. In retrospect, it'd all began in January this year where my lunch hour has become awkward on Sundays. And now, it'd crept into my weekday routine as well. But perhaps, I guess, this is probably nature's way of getting me used to dining by myself again.

And I couldn't help but wonder, do we change to remain constant?