Oh,where did you go?
Monday, January 25, 2010
I roll out of bed tired but eager.
Eager to start the day or to get it done with,I'm not sure.
But I rub the crusty sleep out of my eyes and trot on my tippy toes to the bathroom sink.
I don't think I can do with the extravagance of a limo picking me up everyday,but I would actually not mind a driver.
My past transporter had been somewhat of a money sucker but since most transports don't really lean towards picking up in my area I stood by that one.
Late last year I found one-my current transport-and passed it to my mom.
Turns out we've been paying about quadriple the amount to the old one.
The only downside to this years transport is that I wake EVERYDAY and the Godforsaken hour of 5.30am.
(More so I roll around till six,but if I got up at six I would REALLY actually get up at 6.30)
So that includes me rushing to shower 5 minutes prior to him-my transport- reaching.
I long for the days I had a comfort of a driver but somehow my family has always gotten the rotten luck of a bad,irresponsible driver. (Though blessed with an amazing Kakak,who has been with me since I was 7) And now my parents give me the excuse that they'd need to buy a new car if the driver came along as none of them are willing to give up their cars.
So they await the day I finally drive.-How honestly thoughtful!-
Though I must say I do sort of enjoy the quiet of the transport.
Following the as said transport include a pair of twins,a chinese boy and chinese girl. All form three. A form four girl whom I have sort of befriended since she is the only one who talks,sometimes. And a lone other FormFive boy who apparently is of mixed parentage as well-though he doesn't look like it,but that totally is besides the point.-
Mornings are usually started with me greeting him and him grunting politely-it is sort of possible,isn't it?- and the rest of the journey left bumping,nodding in silence. It's too dark to read my book so I usually,hum and sing-sometimes I even remember some chinese songs that have been playing on repeat on the radio-and pray I don't fall asleep on someones shoulder.
Which I have,just so you know.Many times before.
Since only the other FormFive boy-let's call him J- is the only one who stays in my area.
Both of us sit behind with the FormThree Chinese girl.
The little cute old uncle who is our transporter drives only second to that guy whose name escapes my mind as of now. That guy from TopGear,what do we call him? The Stig. right him.
He speeds through speed bumps leaving us half flying.
And makes impossibly sharp turns. Sometimes I forget he's a cute little old uncle and think he's some kind of mad automobile test driver-which in my defense I LIKE-but not in an uncomfortable Avanza. Which is very uncomfortable, I might add.
the journey home adjourns with me reading The Time Travellers Wife. I have yet to put down that book, simply because I have no time to finish it just yet. I am left engrossed in my own thoughts of babymaking and Henry and Kimy and The Meodowlark house, I almost forget that my bag is placed between me and J,leaving him very little space to sit comfortably in,let alone breathe. Embarrassed, I mutter a small sorry and inch closer to the window,where he nods to say thanks. Usually we look and each other and share an awkward but yet totally fitting smile shared by two people who understand the moment of that moment. When Uncle makes gravity defying turns leaving us bumping into each other,grasping hand railings,bags,edges of windows and very seldomnly, each other at the tips and edges of our uniform so we don't make anymore semi awkward touches.
After that the ride is just usually silence. Me back to my book and him to his thoughts.
the sunlight leaves me tired and hungry and eventhough I never get sea,car,plane or -insert anything- sick,it leaves me a little dizzy and I put the book down. I look outside the window guessing peoples life stories and make vast assumptions that the old lady in the floral print batik shirt may actually have some dark past to hide. I pass dark coloured cars,buildings and I see my reflection,if only for a minute, sometimes I look tired but other times I see the longingness in my eyes to somehow break free of this cage I'm in.
I'm in front of my house,I can hear my baby dog bark.
I whisper a quiet bye, and thank Uncle and gather my things to leave.
I could get used to this,right?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Why is it so easy to flail out of control.
It's the second day of the second week and I feel so suffocated,
Sitting on the old benches in the RoyalSelangorClub's rest room waiting for Mae to be done with her hair. I kept thinking on how much I actually know about FormFour. Not very much if you wanted to guess.
I've been attempting to do my homework since but I feel a big chunk of myself undid, like a piece of me, the stitches left undone.
I feel as though the clock ticks three times as fast and everything is going, gone before I have firmly placed my grasp on it.
I've been blessed with responsibilities this year and unlike the last year, I do not plan to let anyone down.
I'm not a perfectionist but you could say that I am mostly afraid of the HUMILIATION failure brings, for I am not afraid of failure itself.
I miss the simplicity of sitting in the cabins, watching the sunrise while doing add math.
I miss the chee cheong fun in the canteen, the only thing I eat.
I miss feeling desolate in FormThree when I SHOULD BE paying attention.
I miss the prefects lounge, I used to belong there.
I miss the talks I used to have with "Daddy" Shaun LZQ on religion.
I miss falling asleep on Alex's lap during scouts camp.
I miss talking on the phone with Sophie.
I miss Kak Trina reading my mind.
I miss Callie's random texts.
I miss Nicole's HEHEHAHAHUHU in texts
I miss Ry's big eyes.
I miss Joyce's "I FEEL YOU"
How can you miss something that's right in front of you?
When you know soon enough, it's going to be taken away from you.