This time May came to me fuming, leaving me wondering how I wronged April

May was hot in the way May usually isn't or at least not like how my brain remembers May but this also made the red petals of the flamboyant tree linger and somehow brighter. By now you're all tired of me and my obsession with this tree but for those of you that read this, maybe that's the part of me that will always stand out and I hope whenever you see a tree with red flowers, you remember Dee 🙃.

For the first time in a while I'm late to write this not because I was lazy or procrastinanting but because I was busy and tired. Maybe that's progress because May ended very busy and I had to pay the price somehow. I didn't journal in May, infact, I have only 3 entries for May but somehow I know that may was busy.

May started with a social hangover, I slept, I stayed home and barely spoke (this will shock 8 year old me but here we are 👀). I am glad to announce that my obsession with Chinese vertical dramas has not reduced, in fact, it has increased and I love it. Repetitive cliches are always the best way for me to unwind. By the end of the first week-ish of may, I went out with friends/colleagues and had a good time bonding. I actually had a double feature weekend because the next day, I went for a sip and paint organized by SLS. I had been toying with the idea of adding a new hobby and this event increased my interest in painting. So I might indulge in something new in a few weeks/months (you never know with me 🙃). In any case I ended up painting a sort of representation of my favorite tree, guess which one 😶‍🌫️. it doesn't look half bad, if realism is not what you're looking for but if it is, I apologize 😂.

I'm going to smooch the 3rd and 4th week of May together which involved a lot of meetings and palnning for different things, both personal and otherwise. This was the time we started prep for our annual spelling bee (Community member, who? 💪🏾) and I also had some work to catch up to while also prepping for Eid. The days between 17th to 25th were definitely not free. It led to a series of compounded messages that I still haven't caught up to at the time of typing this.

The spelling bee was superb though. it was a massive improvement from last year unexpected outcomes. There was this school that move from being eliminated in the quarter finals last year to being 2nd. that I believe is a massive improvement. The whole vibe of the pupils was also better. You can really see that schools trained them better and are getting used to how the rules work. Still on the topic of community, I oarticipated in a roadwalk for "International Day of the Boy Child". I walked a lot sha but it's all for the movement.

And then it was Eid and I forgot I owned a phone. Big Eid (Yes, the one with the ram 👀), is always a busy time here and we had extra family visiting so more work. I didn't get to send of Eid messages until the next day. The next day we still had residual chores and family visits. it was a nice day but I still had leftover fatigue. Did I mention I slept by 12am on the day of Eid? technically the next day. You might be thinking, 12am, isn't that normal? The real ones know, that I like to sleep by 10pm (Yes, I like my boarding school bedtime 😑). My last journal entry was on the 29th and to me, that's when May ended, any day after that was just filler waiting for June.

From everything I've written, you can see that I went out a lot, especially between the 17th and 22nd. Somehow that gave me more idle mind space to think about stuff and when I think I realize, I often gravitate towards nostalgia. I don't know if it's random or something that comes as you get older but I just sorta remember things that have happened or remind me of my past. I'm torn between it being a nice feeling or just a way to trigger sadness but it sometimes produces substacks like "Nostalgia diaries: of senses" and that doesn't seem all that bad.