before i knew it, i had fallen asleep. and when i woke up, i saw that building. THE building. the one that evokes a soft, knowing smile in me everytime i pass by it.
i know your secret, i whisper to it.
gray and white and looming, it croaks back, your secret is nothing.
i know. but that’s what makes it so interesting. and all the more alluring as each day passes.
what if, what could have been, what is and what will be. i love all these questions. cos the answers are so malleable, so fluid, and they give me such a high.
March 25th, 2006
last week a letter arrived from the school, inviting my parents to come witness their daughter accept her SPM 2005 High Achiever Award at the Prizegiving Ceremony on the 24th of March. i took one look at the attached form, and as usual, i signed on behalf of my mother saying that she and her husband will not be able to attend the ceremony. then i left the form on the desk for my brother, so he could pass it to the school in the morning.
a while later my mom came home, and she saw the form. “what do you mean i’m not going?!” she demanded to know. “of course i’m going lah! i WANT to go!”
“umm.. are you sure you want to? most people’s parents dont usually go … but, er, you can come if you want to, i guess…”
i really didn’t think she was going to come. it wasn’t even that big a deal to me whether or not she came. but she did. and she waited for 2 whole hours (this is a real shocker, cos she NEVER waits for anything) just to watch me go up on stage and accept my prize.
i realized then, that the fact that she came was a very big deal to me after all.
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after Jonathan’s sort-of-farewell lunch at Kim Gary, a bunch of us went to KLCC to catch a movie. it was a toss-up between Inside Man and I Not Stupid Too, a singaporean movie. we finally decided on the latter, and
O.M.G.
i dont think i’ve ever, ever cried so much watching a movie before. the most i ever did was sob a bit for A.I and shed a few tears during particularly touching scenes in Cheaper By The Dozen, but never have i just CRIED AND CRIED like that in a theater.
I Not Stupid Too is just one of those movies that hit home all too well. on the surface it’s about family and the lack of communication .. but as the movie goes on, more and more subplots unravel. and the screenplay, it’s just perfect. so many times i was shocked to hear the movie’s characters spit out sentences that i have said and heard in real life only too often. and the mood in which they were presented just blew the centered emotion out of the water. wah. almost everyone in the theater was sniffling or crying. that’s how much we could all relate to the show.
as a daughter, but most importantly as a sister who cares and worries for her brothers in ways that no one can imagine, this movie just reached into my soul and gave it a damn good shake. argh. i feel so jilted right now.
to all malaysians and singaporeans, the show is a must-watch. bring tissues!!!
(and dont bring Jovann cos he will laugh at you when you cry)
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after the show, we mucked around a bit and then went to get a cake for Mr Mani (my ex-history teacher) since it was his biiiiiiirthday. hahaha i called and asked him where did he want to have dinner. he was like, donno la, you suggest lah. so i said “KLCC has some good restaurants.. Italian? North Indian?” but instead of picking a place in KLCC he goes, “dont want la. not nice wan. let’s go to Steven’s Corner!”
……….
SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.
so Steven’s Corner was where we celebrated the Mani Man’s 44th birthday .. :D we ate and talked like it was just yesterday we were having History tuition at Aira’s house. fun times. i miss him so much!
March 25th, 2006
