Archive for July, 2006
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Posted on July 30, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
Carefully, she filled out the Immigration Form in blue-inked letters, trying her best to keep each alphabet within the white boxes as she always does. Then she paused, ball-point poised in mid-air…
And she put a small cross in the little white box.
Migrating Permanently.
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9.25pm
Posted on July 28, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
To yous who went out of your way to bring me my favourite brown winter jacket I’d so absent-mindedly left behind, I am forever grateful. I will wear it almost everyday. I promise.
We have arrived. Us and all 78kgs of worldly possessions.
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The Day Before
Posted on July 27, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
My room is a mess. I’m glad I finally got round to packing, and I am not happy about having to leave a bunch of clothes and four bags behind. Guess my worldly possessions were a little bit more than I imagined. Either that or the suitcase is a helluva lot smaller than it actually looks.
In the name of sorting and organising my life, I went through all my papers yesterday. Primary and secondary school report cards, various certificates, government exam results slips… I still have them all. I like going through them once in a while, they are a tangible record of past achievements, both the significant and the frivolous, plus they always give me a good ol’ dose of reminiscence. Not that I’d ever want to go back to the six-day, eight-hour weeks I was clocking up in high school.
With the harking of a new adventure, I am both thrilled yet just the teeniest bit wary of the uncertainty ahead. And just when I thought I’d packed my hermit shell in pink styrofoam and transparent plastic for a rainy day, I hear it’s pretty cold and gloomy yonder.
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all fried out
Posted on July 24, 2006, by soph, under Travels.
It was only fitting, on the precipice of a(nother) new chapter in my life, that we would turn this page with one last shot at that forbidden, unattainable dream: the life of a bum. It’s been 3 hours since we landed, and already, Redang feels so far away, which it is, like it’s in another life or some quirky parallel universe, which it isn’t. I’m almost glad of my sunburns, because each painful scrape is a reminder that we were in tropical paradise not 24 hours ago.
Speaking of which, did you know you can get sunburnt in the shade? In a call-out to the romanticised idyllic beach scene (and also because I was exhausted and sick of being sea-sick), I passed on one last scuba diving excursion in favour of a book by the beach. While the guys took one last shot at disappointingly-poor-visibility waters, I stretched out under the shade with a book and towel… and fell blissfully asleep. I suppose I should thank the woman speaking hearty Italian into a mobile phone nearby for waking me up… (In hindsight, I marvel at how ironic it is that a foreign tourist gets phone reception when the jyg and I had to share one line between us for five days. Apparently, only DiGi works beyond the Redang airport) … because I was freaking sunburnt.
Normally, I love sunbathing and getting tanned. The only problem with it is, you have to put sunblock and you have to put it on EVENLY. I used to go without sunblock with nary a care, then decided skin cancer wasn’t funny. Plus, I learnt the hard way in Bahamas that not only was I terrible at putting sunblock evenly, my scalp was actually capable of getting sunburnt too. So this time, I told myself, I would not sunbathe. Hence, I was in the shade. AND I STILL WOKE UP LOOKING LIKE A LOBSTER!
See, because I was protected (or so I thought), I hadn’t bothered with sunblock, and besides, the guys had taken it with them. Unfortunately, I also had sunnies on, which - as you can imagine - left me with the pale imprint of where my sunnies were on my tomato-red face. The good news is, the red has faded a little and the lines are looking a lot less defined today. And I don’t care that my arms and legs are brown and hurting - I actually like the tan, so there.
Oh to go back to a place where time means little except as a guide to make sure we don’t miss the next buffet spread or dive excursion boat; where there’s nothing to do but play carroms or foosball or bridge or the most testosterone-inducedly competitive rounds of congkak I have ever seen; where we can sit around for hours reminding each other to do nought but Chill.
Even though the cutest guy around was the two-year-old blonde-with-blue-eyes who said ‘hello’ to me, and everyone else pretty much ignored me because hey, I was walking around with three guys after all, I had the best company. And even though you guys beat me and Y in foosball and run around the room screaming in euphoric victory so everyone is staring at us, we’ll beat you in carroms any day. Damn, I’m going to miss you both.
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ha’ penny
Posted on July 18, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
With the excitement of life developments happening each day and more looming on the horizon, I find myself entertaining thoughts of moving my blog. Something needs to reflect this new excitement bubbling in me, and besides, I do love setting up a new url, new template and new home.
There’s just one teeny detail: I can’t be bothered. No time, have more important things to do, just plain can’t. be. bothered.
Guess I’ll just have to be content with expressing my newfound thrill in life elsewhere. Me thinks a good start would be to climb out of my hermit shell.
I honestly don’t know which is worse. Not being able to scratch because it would make me really sore, or feeling really sore because I wasn’t able to resist scratching.
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time is
Posted on July 15, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
ticking away.
it suddenly hit me. while the gloom has lifted immensely, i continue to struggle with too many coffees in too little time and much PR chit-chat, when all i wanna do is curl up at home with my English course, Nip Tuck, and have msn girly gossip sessions.
oh yes, that’s what we do.
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Untitled
Posted on July 12, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
What if I were just furniture, with all the joy and personality of a dull-grey IKEA plastic-backed chair?
What if I were too tired of wanting to change the scheme of things, and maybe, just maybe, choose to curl up in a corner, grow moss and become just another green-velvet-covered pebble.
Why is it that after all these years, it is only now that I’m surrounded by (or noticing that I’m surrounded by) brick walls that simply will not budge no matter what I do.
I swear I never was the melancholic type. Until recently anyway. It’s one thing to blame those moody reflections on an arts degree, a non-existent arty inclination, or hell, even PMS (which I don’t have), but it’s quite another thing to live with them.
Oh shit.
p/s: It was heaps fun while it lasted and I’m ever so grateful. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go crash rudely back into reality now. Bugger.
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Been Busy
Posted on July 7, 2006, by soph, under Uncategorized.
Juggling my holiday mood and trying to be freelance productive at the same time makes me feel quite the effective human being. I won’t even begin to tell you about the late night movies, the football, the mamak sessions, the long, late lunches, the tennis lessons. Life has certainly gotten a lot cheerier and warm, happy fuzzier the past week and more.
Wishing with all my heart that you were here. And it’s not just because I need someone to play pretend high school teenage girl with.
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