Monthly Archives: December 2005
You open the door for me when my arms are full of groceries. I smile at you as we pass each other by. We fight for hot water. I stand aside when cold water pours down. I hear the songs of love and loss and loneliness you play. You hear the music I play to fill the emptiness of my room. I hear you drum your fingers on the table. You hear my sobs.
Yesterday we had prata and real curry!!!!! *grin* But of course not the sort of prata that’s kneaded and stretched and oiled and flipped and sizzled and browned and crackling hot crispy yummy on my plate at casuarina or thomson or jalan kayu. *YUM* But it was still good!! I’m so home-food-sick right now. What I would give for this
Ahhhhhh my favourite dessert in the world!!!!! Sticky date pudding drowning in thick oozy creamy caramel sauce. OOHhhhh…
We told ghost stories till the hairs on the back of my neck stood and I had to sleep with all the lights on. *sigh* I am a wuss and will always be. But the atmosphere here is so creepy…we were in the back of a cab and the cabbie was talking about reincarnation and souls and stuff…and all around was just mist and blurry lights from softly diffused roadlamps. I can’t wait for school to end and for Spain to start. In Barcelona, we’re going on a Gaudi-trail. In Madrid, a Tapas trail. In Seville, flamenco! In Almeria, warrrmmmthhhh….
Oh man I really can’t wait for summer. I wanna lie on a sun-warmed rock overlooking the Med in Croatia. *sigh* Lavendar fields, monasteries, medieval walled cities, venetian harbours, gorgeous beaches….I so cannot wait.
We cooked up a storm last weekend. Chicken rice, laksa, chicken curry….tons and tons of real chinese food. haha…it was so fun. The tiniest details delight me. Dipping my spoon into the chicken soup and watching the spring onion bits swirl around. I miss home SO much! Talking to my mom with my sisters’ voices in the background made me feel like I was in Singapore again…in my house, an oasis in the heat, talking and laughing with my sisters about totally random inane stuff. (My whole family thinks everything is funny. We’re an easily amused family. *grin*) They sent me pictures of them doing up the tree…
I used to tie the ribbons, but I can’t this year. And I can’t gather sticks in the park with them to make the stable for our nativity scene. I can’t bake fruitcakes till my knuckles are sore from grating lemon rinds and my hands smell like oranges. My trip to Spain seems a little jinxed…bombs in Madrid?!?…but no matter. I’m with Tim and when we’re together, everything is wonderful. =P
But I do really really miss everybody back in Singapore and all my friends scattered everywhere. I miss being naive, treating everyone like they’re innocent until proven guilty. You can’t do it here, you’ll get bitten. But you do learn about the true value of friendship. The difference between friends who will ALWAYS be your friends, and others who only SAY that. And then there are of course, others who are complete backstabbers. But at least I found out now. And it can only forge even stronger bonds between the real friends that I’ve made. *sigh* I do detest politics.
The Old library in Trinity College (where we weren’t supposed to take pictures…*grin) The famous harp that’s on every coin in Ireland is displayed here as well as busts of all the famous writers and philosophers. Really cool…it’s like something out of Harry Potter haha.