Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A Song To Touch My Soul

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then music is the dust from a busy highway nearby. It gets in no matter how tightly shut the windows are and settles over everything. It collects in corners and crevices, settles into the weave of fabric and drifts invisibly in the air. It's impossible to completely get rid of. It's only when an object is moved or when a surface is smudged that it is obvious how the dust, the music, has blanketed everything in sight.

~**~

It's no fun packing up the detrius of my entire adult life. The junk in the garage is musty and dusty, the kitchen-stuff is greasy and grimy, and almost everything has an occasion and the reminder of a friend attached to it. But with coffee in my favourite mug, my laptop playing my favourite mp3s and a stack of cardboard boxes, I wade into the work. The boxes fill up rapidly and so do the trash bags. The music from my laptop keeps me company. Working on autopilot, I sing along softly. The familliar opening chords of a song I know by heart comes on and my hands still while my brain kicks into gear. Places and people and snatched phrases float into my mind.

~**~

15 years old, in love for the first time and desperate to be kissed.
...Thank God I found you..
The chill of the Shanghainese night air, the bright lights of the Bund and the romance of the waterside.
...I was lost without you..
Playing cards in his hotel room with his sister and the tour guide, bright eyes and shy glances.
...My every wish and every dream somehow became reality...
Midnight conversations over the phone, weaving bonds and futures with words.
...You brought the sunlight...
New Year's Eve 1999, countdown to the millennium, no longer unkissed.
...Completed my whole life...

Ultimatum from my parents; "No. You are too young. End it and end it now."
...I'm overwhelmed with gratitude...
Defiance, deception, sacrifice. Learning that love does not conquer all. Heartbreak.
...'Cos baby I'm so thankful I found you...
Building a lasting friendship from the ashes of a love affair, learning to let go.

~**~

16 years old, still young but wiser, attracted but unsure.
...I was only thinking of you...
Bringing snacks when I was hungry, shoulder rubs when I was tired, walking me home when night fell.
...Hoping you were thinking of me...
Calls in the evening, leisurely chats, singing for my ears alone.
...Two hearts beating just like one against the world...
The soothing velvet of his voice, the delicateness of his features.
...Baby I am always dreaming of you...
An empty room, him patiently wating for me to gather my things, the sudden claiming of my lips.
...Hoping you are dreaming of me...
Confused, skittish, uncomfortable with the casual possessiveness, the way the position was assumed without the words ever being said.
...I could never live one day without your love...
Growing unease, harsh words, slamming down the phone. Guilt, but also relief.

~**~

17 years old, on the brink of adulthood, more lessons to learn.

There is no music.

It is impossible to help someone who doesn't want to be helped.
There is only so much you can give, for so long.
Never return out of pity or guilt. The reasons you left the first time round are still there.
When the thought of him calls forth dread instead of a smile, it was over long ago.

~**~

19 years old, tired of love, exulting in the freedom.

And love comes when you least expect it.

The song?

Why, it's still a work in progress...

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I <3 Baby Tees

Hello again. I know the last post was long, rambling and confusing but I kinda needed to get it off my chest. All better now. =)

This post is MUCH shorter. Tiffany needed to get a gift for a friend of hers who had a baby and I accompanied her to shop for it. I laid my eyes on this tiny baby t-shirt and I knew I had to get it. Don't ask me why...




Now I just need to get a cute baby to put it on. Hmm..

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Odyssey - a final farewell

Thursday, 8 May 2008 (Melbourne)

19:00
I was out early today, running errands and shopping for little gifts to bring home. I booked my flight home earlier in the week as to surprise Mummy dearest for Mother's Day weekend. I am due to fly home tomorrow for 10 days and this is my last chance to shop for a present. It is much harder than expected to find a present for mum and I end up spending 7 hours in the mall. I get home at 6-ish in the evening and I am so drained that I decide to take a nap. I change out of my jeans and snuggle under my quilt. I am drifting in that odd zone between 'asleep' and 'awake' when I smell my paternal grandmother (Dad's mother). It was the smell of lotion and powder that she carries and even half-asleep I noted that it couldn't have been coming from me (I spent the whole day OUT and changed into my jammies without showering). My last coherent memory is of me mentally telling her
"Ah Po, wait a bit longer yeah.. I am coming home this weekend. I am on my way..."

22:40
I am woken by the shrill ringing of the house phone. It is Dad calling to tell me that my maternal grandmother (Mum's mother) is in critical condition in hospital and is not expected to last the night. He is vague about the details of her condition and I do not press him for more information. My parents will drive up to Kuantan, Pahang tomorrow to be with her. As my parents do not know I am coming home to surprise them, I tell Dad that it is too late at night now but I will make my arrangements in the morning. Dad tells me not to make the trip back as there is not much point to it. Besides, he and Mum will be there to represent the family. I tell him alright, and also to drive safely on the trip up. Immediately after, I sms my cousin who lives in Kuantan to find out more from him. We chat via sms for a while and he promises to keep me updated on grandma's condition.

I stay up all night packing and waiting.

Friday, 9 May 2008 (Melbourne - Singapore)

05:00
My handphone chimes. My cousin lets me know that my maternal grandmother passed away around midnight in Malaysian local time.

09:00
I sms my aunt in Singapore to tell her the news and to let her know that I can't spend Saturday with her as planned. By chance, she is up early and calls me back. We discuss my options and decide that there is nothing I can do immediately after I arrive tonight. She will find a way for me to get to Kuantan the day after that. I tell her that my paternal grandmother (her mother-in-law) visited me the night before and that I have a feeling she will also depart during my time at home. Dad calls later to tell me the news. I inform him that I already know from my cousin. He again says there is no need to come home.

15:50 (Melbourne)
My flight leaves Tullamarine Airport for Changi International Airport.

21:35 (Singapore)
I arrive at Changi. I am tired as I did not sleep on the flight. My aunt, accompanied by a friend, is waiting for me after baggage claim. We have coffee while we discuss how I am going to get to my maternal grandmother's funeral. My uncle and aunt will drive me across the Causeway into Malaysia early the next morning. My dad's colleague, who is driving up to attend the funeral, will pick me up and get me to Kuantan where the funeral is. My uncle and aunt will then drive to Kuala Lumpur to visit my paternal grandmother. I repack and prepare a small overnight bag with only 2 days worth of clothes to bring to Kuantan. I get to bed at around 2 am and toss and turn the rest of the night.

Saturday, 10 May 2008 (Singapore - Johor Bahru - Kuantan - Kuala Lumpur)

06:00
My aunt wakes me up. I wash up and do some last minute re-organisation of my luggage. My uncle brings back some breakfast as he was out earlier refuelling the car and we leave soon after. There is a massive queue at the Singapore Immigration Checkpoint. Checking the traffic news, we discover that the Second Link is no better than the Causeway and so we suffer through the wait.

11:00 plus
We are in Johor Bahru, Malaysia. My uncle drives me to the JB office where my gigantic suitcases are locked up in my dad's office, to be brought to my home later on. We go for lunch with my dad's colleague, who is driving me up. We collect another friend of my dad's who is also attending the funeral, bid farewell to my uncle and aunt and I am on my way to Kuantan.

16:00 plus
I am dazed from lack of sleep. The passing scenery is a green blur and the conversation of the two 'uncles' in the front is a low, soothing hum. I suddenly sit up. I look around. I had just felt something. A feeling as tangible as a word spoken in my ear or a touch upon my shoulder. And once more, I know that it is my paternal grandmother.

18:30
We arrive in Kuantan. Dad is the first person to see us arrive. I get out of the van and give him a big hug. Dad looks at me and says "I got a call earlier. Your grandmother in KL almost left us a few hours ago but she has stabilised now. We will leave for KL after this." I tell him I know. Dad looks at me more closely. I tell him that I felt her on the way here. I just know. Mum comes out and sees me; she is surprised. I give her a hug and ask her how she is. Mum mists up and waves me inside to pay my final respects to my grandmother, her mother.

I offer the joss-sticks, and go to the head of the casket to see her for the last time and to say a few words of farewell. As I apologise for arriving late and having to leave so soon, I feel an ache in my belly. My monthly affliction has arrived. I tell Mum and she asks if I touched the coffin. When I tell her I unintentionally did, she shrugs and says "Ah well, we can't do anything about that. Not that we are superstitious anyway." After that, I greet the rest of the family that has gathered. As soon as I have greeted everyone there, my parents and I leave to have a quick dinner with the rest of the relatives that were not there (as is traditional, a funeral is a vigil held over several days and it is common for relatives to take it in shifts). My parents have a shower, collect my youngest brother from my aunt's home and we swing by the funeral to say our goodbyes.

21:10
As we exit the Kuantan township, I ask where my other brother is (he is the middle of us three). Mum informed me that he was not summoned from his college as he is taking his final exams on Monday, his last exams before he departs for Birmingham in September. I ask them if he has visited our paternal grandmother recently. Dad replies that he did, a few weeks ago. I tell my parents that I strongly feel that he should visit her again, the sooner the better. Dad asks me why. I tell them that I know his exams are important, but surely he can spare an hour or two. After all, she the only grandparent we have left. It's 9pm so if he gets a cab and goes now, he can be back at college before midnight. Dad is convinced and my brother is summonned to grandma's in Setapak, KL.

Sunday, 11 May 2008, Mother's Day (Kuala Lumpur)

00:30
We arrive in Setapak, at my paternal grandmother's home. My uncle and aunt from Singapore, a cousin and my middle brother greet us. Grandma is on an IV drip and what looks like a breathing machine. She is unconcious and her breathing is fast and shallow. I get to spend some time alone with her. I hold her hand and stroke her temple while I talk.

I tell her, over and over again, that I am her grand-daughter, Siao Hui, and that I have come home to see her. I tell her that I am sorry to have made her wait so long for me and that she need not worry about me anymore. I tell her that I have finished my studies and am getting ready to come home for good. I tell her that I am engaged to a good man who cares very much about me and that we plan to marry in a few years. I tell her that my brothers are doing well in their studies and that my parents are very proud of us. I tell her I love her and that I will always remember her with love.

Mum, my auntie, cousins and I sit around the dining table and chat for a while. My mum talks about her mother's funeral while I sip coffee and make arrangements with CM to visit the KL dojo in the morning. My grandmother is so close to the edge that I feel reluctant to leave her. However, a spiritual thanksgiving service will be held and I wish to attend. Later, a cousin drives my middle brother back to college while his sister takes me and my youngest brother back to their house 2 streets away where we spend the night. I have not slept in more than 2 days and I fall into a dreamless sleep.

08:00
CM picks me up from my cousin's place. He goes into the dojo ahead of me while I have breakfast at an eatery a few doors away. I make it into dojo in time to find a good spot for the service. As the congregation quietens down in anticipation, I feel a sadness wash over me. All through the preliminary announcements, I am crying silently. The very moment the service begins, my handphone starts vibrating. It's a call from my dad. I reject the call and quickly type a sms explaining that I can't talk now and asking what the matter is. In fact, I already know. The reply comes.

"Come back. Grandma passed away."

I break down. I do not know how many people I stepped on or over to get to CM who is near the front. I am shaking and sobbing so hard I can't breathe. I manage to choke out the news to him and he calms me down. We make it through the service and he takes me back.

We get to the house. My aunt is at the door, pale, silent and sad. She nods to me and I tell her I am going to my grandmother. She says it is better that I don't, as I am currently 'unclean' and being around 2 deaths can't be good. I brush past her saying

"It doesn't matter. She's my grandmother."

Without the medical apparatus around her, grandma looks very small and very still. I sit next to her and stroke her arm. No words come. My gaze roams over her features ravaged by the cancer; the gaunt hollows of her cheeks, the deep shadows under her eyes, the startling sharpness of her cheekbones, the thin, drawn line of her lips. The tears come, and I just let them fall.

Monday, 12 May 2008
My maternal grandmother is laid to rest.

Tuesday, 13 May 2008
My paternal grandmother is laid to rest.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Pregnancy, crisis, shoes. Heh.

Malaysian politics/blogging has never been this interesting... For the wrong reasons!

I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was pregnant.

Yup, that's some pretty powerful dream sperm. Remember to congratulate CM who is waaay off in KL. I'll let you guys know if I dream about giving birth in a few months.

I wonder what it means though... Has my biological alarm clock gone off? Is my uterus trying to tell me something? Or is my subconcious just trying to sort through the big changes I'm going through? Maybe I'm picking up on CM's signals? Interesting...

~**~

I've been feeling old these past few days. I just realised that my baby brothers will be going off to uni this September and next year. GOING TO UNI! They can't be going to uni, they're 8 years old and running around with skinned knees! Not to mention that I will be turning 24 this July (blatant hinting). It feels almost unreal because in my own head, I am 17.

Stop laughing!

I don't feel 24. I KNOW I can't possibly be any other age but it just doesn't seem like it's real. The 'me' that lives in my head is 17, weighs about 10 kg less than I do now and only needs a 6 hours of sleep a day, maximum.

Maybe this is a quarter life crisis.. Anyone else feel like this? I can't be the only one right? Maybe the moon is full...

~**~

Oh Amanda, I finally picked up Jen's shoes.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

My Me!bourne

First things first...




Your name in Elvish, as requested by Liz.

A chapter of my life has come to a close. Oh, I am happy that it's over and all... It's just that I feel a little bereft as now I have to leave the relative security of student life and join the ranks of the working world. It's a whole different ball game out there... And I don't know the rules! Good luck to me...


I have to pack up my life here. 5 and a half years, 3 moves, 4 different bedrooms, 2 beds, 2 toasters, 2 laptops, friends innumerable and etcetera have come and gone. From just one overstuffed suicase so many years ago, I now have a whole friggin townhouse-and-garage-full of stuff. Along the way, I've picked up the love of my life, dance (the second love of my life), bartending, WoW, gained 2 dress sizes, mastered numerous dishes, fed so many stray friends, petted so many strange dogs and perfected the fine art of rolling out of bed being ready to go in 3 mins or less. How fast can YOU do what I call "zero to go"?


How can I take everything with me?


The regular flat white, one sugar, from Cinque Lire I have everytime I go into uni. The Madison magazine I pick up every month from the newsagents at Chadstone (my second home). The beautiful ruby-red port from Red Hill Estate that I love. The brilliant, eye-watering blue of the Melbourne sky on a clear day. The fabulous duck fried rice from Rose Garden near the corner of Elizabeth and A'Beckett. The irresistable and mania-inducing End-of-Financial-Year sales every June. Sunday Market at St Kilda. Pastries from Europa. Jammies from Peter Alexander.


This is the Melbourne that I love. Soon, I'll have to go. But with a bit of luck, I'll be back. Even if only to visit. Till then, try not to change too much.


Okay?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I am a geek!

Reason 1:

"Nani suru desuka?"

I have downloaded and watched so much anime that I can understand and speak basic Japanese.







Reason 2:

I am learning to write Elvish. Yes, Tolkien Elvish. And I even think it's cool ^^







Excuse the bad handwriting.


Scenario 3:

I play games. I loved SimCity, Civilisation 4, all of the Heroes of Might and Magic, all of the Monkey Island, all of The Sims etc. I still have my character from Diablo II, a level 44 Necromancer. And I play the mother of all MMORPGs, World of Warcraft (The Burning Crusade).

Note: I am writing this on Tuesday night, which is when all servers are offline for maintenance. Guess what I would be doing otherwise?



Disclaimer: That is not my character. It's Chee Mun's character, some time ago. And he's posing in front of a dungeon boss. I don't know why...


Scenario 4:

Last week, I was at a potluck dinner and the people just so happened to be evenly split, 4 girls and 4 guys. The host for the evening took part in the annual Run for the Kids marathon last year and had kept his participant's number. It was displayed prominently and someone enquired about it. His number was 13372.

'1337' is gamer-speak for 'leet', or 'elite'. The number '2' makes it spell 'too elite', which was why he hung on to the number. And I was the only other person there who knew that.


Sigh. I am such a geek.

Amelyn
70 Human Destruction Warlock
Jubei'Thos

"Heal me, I'm gonna seed those suckas"

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Impromptu Wish List 2008

Personal note: I am pleased to announce that I have been engaged since 30 Dec 2007. :D Tentatively, we're looking at early 2011 for the big day. Why wait so long? Don't ask...


Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my wishes, in no particular order.


A politically stable Africa and Middle East.







Peace and harmony across all races, religions and nations.



A clean, renewable and affordable energy source.



To weigh what I did when I was 17.





A strong environmental and social conscience for all Fortune 500 companies.




Ditto for all governments.



Clean air, water and food.







Unlimited super high speed internet.



A monthly $1500 Chadstone shopping voucher.



Cures for all life threatening diseases.





Families of love and harmony.



No hunger, no poverty, no suffering.



Socialites that wear underwear.