Monthly Archives: February 2006

We sit Down, and Panic.

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Class is scheduled to start in another half an hour but I sit and not move because of the sudden epiphany that the term is ending. There are only two more weeks before the march holidays, which means that my assignments will be due two weeks after I resume teaching again. So technically, (and I continue even if you do not understand what I’m saying), my march holidays wouldn’t really be a holiday. And worrying over having to start remedials soon because I DON’T CARE THEY MUST PASS.

I cannot (as yet) believe that the year has passed so quickly. To be honest, I can only last remember returning from a backpacking trip and just turning twentyfive.

Now, I have to decide if I am to sign my life up to the state by June. Should I, or Shouldn’t I? It’s awfully tempting to get on a bus and see where it takes me, to be comissioned to write, to re/imagine a life that is not.

I have no problems with teaching. In fact, I cannot imagine doing anything else at the moment. In about ten minutes time now, I am going to walk into a familiar place and be greeted loudly by fourty girls whom I would sacrifice sleep for. So what am I mulling over? Perhaps permanency is a scary thought. Romantic notions of travel. And the adrenaline of strange air. Of backpacks and yellow water. I still can’t get it out of my head.

Currently overwhelmed by the many things I have to do at the moment.

The older I get, the more I realise that the world continues spinning madly and moving on its own whether you like it or not. I feel completely out of breath.

better than grapejuice

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Over the weekend, we’ve been trying to squeeze in precious moments with TheAunt who’s leaving on tuesday. She was here on a business trip re. the asianaerospace trade show and had a comfy mandarinhotel business-styled room which we crashed into. it was somewhat surreal having the entire family unit together (we have a huge one), because when we gather, we make madness. save for the fact that delaney and danica were still in the states, it was almost a perfect reunion.

Aunty Penny moved to the states a long time ago and has a gorgeous house upon the mountaintops that overlooks a breathtaking view. Theirs is a lifestyle that cannot be found here, and it’s just – well, different. Di and I attempted teaching her the word ‘diaspora’, and when she was interviewed by a certain straitstimesreporter, our aunt was very convinced that she was part of a ‘diasporic condition’ and can never find her ‘home’ again.

What we thought was going to be a formal dinner last night turned into a crazy revelling fest. Our two tables hollared and yelled yum-seng (alongside a wedding that was taking place few tables away), took pictures as if they were my secondaryschool kids, and made ‘respect’ and ‘kawaii’ signs into the camera. There was only coca cola and tea, but everyone behaved as if tipsyhigh, the point where one might do a lap dance or walk on toes because of the one-two many glasses. I don’t think my cousins and I have sufficiently recovered from the night before, but when they do, I’ll harass them for pictures.

Denice and Darrell (the older of our clan after Di and myself) joined us for latenight drinks with our happening cellgroup after that at the winenetwork. I remember what happened vaguely because it was too dark and I could only see people through candlelight. We discussed Brokeback Mountain, met alot of people and all that jazz.

Wonderful.

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belief

there’s a reason why di and i have been by the sides of the courts year after year

it’s because we believe in you guys.
don’t stop fighting
we are already SUPER proud of you

(and i say this even before we know the scores).

MaMa’s House

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faber driveWe needed someone to cover the old flooring in the bathroom. And so they used something like linoleum tiles, but before it dried, Mama placed a blue plastic mat over it to prevent us thechildren from slipping and sliding across the tiny space. I hated the plastic flooring because it would leave little square boxes on my soles.

I tiptoe whenever I use the bathroom. Sometimes, I take huge steps to get across safely and never once- stood still.

The pattern that forms on my feet is wildly symmetrical and weirdlybeautiful in its own way. I think it is ugly. It looks as if I had worn my skin the wrong way up. I don’t like the way it looks as if I was in a hurry and had left the creases there on purpose.