December 16, 2009 • 3:36 pm 0
can they see that my house is built from a stack of cards? can I build a house from a stack of cards? can I live in a house built from a stack of cards? If my house of cards is indeed a house, how do i make life in it, how do i live, how do i sleep and awake- with the a daily eagerness and a daily horror arriving side by side each night?
Filed under: after-shower-post, heartaches
August 4, 2009 • 4:30 pm 0
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f and t makes the best two-letter fence.
106 calories/evening: a latch-key child grows up on cup-instant noodles with panda-faced fish-cakes.
‘how are you doing’ : hardest question to ask in shortest amount of time.
goose-egg activist: a person who fights visibly while all else around him or her remains in obscurity- empty and stinky.
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“its a disappointing piece”.
Filed under: after-shower-post, quirks
June 3, 2009 • 3:33 pm 0
What happened to the day- I bossed the younger kids into acting in my improvised play about Sang Nila Utama and the Red lava Mountain.
This is the day-I enjoy the fact that I am behaving like an adult, watching a proper play but in fact contributing a share to people who live on dreams and passion.
One fine day- I will write my own Peter Pan to life , when the Lost Boys return. When?
How has today been?
Today is the day I planned on doing only one thing , but proceeded to fail to do. Today is the day I can summon no credible excuses for my lack of concentration- just simply can’t focus. Today is the day my favourite pohpiah at lunch fails to live up to standards- the sour old lady who sold them to me for extra 30 cents per piece couldn’t even give me two more decent slices of lettuce. Today is the day when my neurotic hunger pangs interfered with my work. Today is the day when I felt like I could not outlive the rest of the week. Today is the day I can see up till Sunday- I usually don’t go there- way too far ahead. Today is the day I go to bed an hour earlier from yesterday- and know it won’t make a big difference to how I feel about tomorrow. Today is the sum total of-
Filed under: after-shower-post, daily grind, written word
May 28, 2009 • 3:30 pm 2
I think showers are my most inspirational moments. I think they deserve a category- the after-shower entries.
Today in my shower, I thought about one thing chiefly- my approaching anniversary as Me. “24 years- one year shy of a Quarter-century” the headline of the newspaper article (if they wrote one), would read. It would then detail the number of things I’d be planning to achieve in this phenomenal year before I clock in as a 25ver. The clipping isn’t very long, but it’ll include the already-milestones in my life: i.e. travelled alone for 3 days on a train in the outback, managed a group of puking adolescent village girls on their virgin trip to the city, seen the Taj, fund-raised 13k etc. etc.
How should one approach the topic of one’s birthday? I am usually the kind of person who’ll say to a friend, ‘Birthdays are overrated, anyways’. … And then I will secretly still think about my birthday anyways, and think about the people who’ll greet me, gift me, remember but for some reason don’t call on me, the people who’ll forget, the people whom I want to celebrate with me . I do, and lucky for me, usually I am made to feel gratefully royal for a day.
There was this once I got a 12am international call from my siblings who sang Happy – Birthday word by word (interchangeably dear them). Another time I received flowers from Mum (again distance didn’t deter her), there was the surprise ‘Fedex’ delivery from thoughtful friends, another time- someone walked up a steel hill in Nepal for two hours with my pre-ordered 500 rupee cake ($10), and local friends gathered and partied with me. I sound a little boastful, sorry. Not everyone gets a handmade card from their sister every year!
This year, I’m spending it at home, after four years of blowing candlesaway from my folks. There is a special feeling of familiarity and comfort this year. No worrying about other people, because I know my Mum will remember, my family will sing a song for me, my god-family has extended a dinner invitation to their home for me.
Birthdays are about the small little things. For some people, its a little ritual. I know Deborah and her sweet parents go to the same ice-cream parlour every year and has the same ‘Earthquake’, even though ‘the food is no longer as good’. I know for some people, its a reason to party- to let their hair down and margarita the night away. I know for others, it’s special because of an early morning breakfast- a little special something made in honor of the day, that little warm feeling that makes you feel loved and good to brave the day ahead. The most beautiful birthdays share one key ingredient- one thoughtful moment on someone’s part to make the birthday fella smile. One thoughtful deed, that is all it takes.
So no, like I told you, I secretly don’t think birthdays are overrated. They’re there for a happy reason.
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