Just like everyone else, I have been watching the news and reading all the articles that people are sharing about the missing plane.
Breaking from my usual routine, I've had the TV switched on as soon as I wake up and I listen for updates. And just like a news junkie, I have been online looking at photos and reading stories that were circulating on FB.
As if that isn't enough, Stephen and I talk about it in every opportunity and whenever possible, we catch the press conference at 5.30 pm. Such is our life since the plane mysteriously disappeared.
Knowing that the spouse of our friend is on board makes it just that little bit personal for us.
So much has been written and re-written and so much has been exaggeration and embellishment! Where, indeed, lies the difference? Just as we feel it's reaching saturation point, another theory emerges and then it starts all over again, everyone chips in with their views.
With all that has been going on, one thing that crossed my mind is that we deal with uncertainties and tragedies in our own unique way.
There are self-appointed FB police saying what should or should not be posted. I understand why they feel that way even when I don't agree that they should tell people what to do. My daily wish is for them to find the plane and soon because the families of all those on board deserve a respite from the media glare.
Those in the northern hemisphere experienced some of the coldest days of their lives because of the polar vortex. Many have expressed, non-stop, how they were looking forward to Spring. Of course, those of us living in the tropics can only sympathise with mild amusement. And on the subject of Spring, I started spring-cleaning when I was back in Kuala Lumpur for five days last month and took the opportunity to go through my cupboard. Always at the back of my mind was a remote chance that I would re-enter the working world and that I should keep my office wardrobe. However, Stephen (God bless his heart) will not hear of it. Now that I have embraced this retirement totally, I decided that I really have to rid myself of the clothes that I hadn't worn in two years. The image made me smile and even if I will not be wearing any of those clothes again, giving them away was not so easy. BUT common sense got the better of me and I managed to clear my cupboard of maybe another thirty pieces. It's amazing how many pieces I have amassed during my working years.
I like to believe that I have given away at least half of what was in my wardrobe. I seem to be giving, giving, giving and yet there is still so much to sort through.
If I promise to clear at least twenty each time I return to KL, I shall have taken a huge step in overcoming this sentimental relationship with my clothes.