m&m

kids. they never fail to amaze and inspire me. and this blog entry is especially dedicated to m&m, with whom i have had countless hours of fun. and yes, yes, for the umpteen time, you guys rock! :) so, exactly how many times do i have to answer that..?

while going through a passage, i was puzzled as to why this 12-year-old imp could actually mispronounce the word 'women'. giving him the benefit of the doubt, i pointed out "you need to pronounce wee-men, and NOT wu-men." at this, very gingerly, he pinched and lifted his upper lip with his thumb and forefinger. hm.. what is he up to this time? anyway, holding that position, he tried to enunciate but soon after, with a mock serious expression, he said "i can't. it hurts." i burst out laughing. see, his upper lip had an ugly ulcer. to say wee-men, he needed to stretch his lip a bit more. wu-men was more manageable for him. yes, monogamy is indeed good. what a kid!

halfway through tutoring, i felt thirsty and wanted to grab a drink from the kitchen. en-route is the living room where this cute 11-year-old elf was, propped up on the chair, eyes glued intently to the laptop, pencil in her hand, and plugged in with the headphone that sat snugly on her head. curious, i asked "what are you listenin' to?" with a relaxed shrug, she said "nothin' really, i just thought it's kewl" and grinned widely at me. with rolling eyes, a knowing nod and smile, i said "ah.. i see.." no wonder her head wasn't really moving to the beat of the music or ANY music for that matter!

stopped in my track

it's not the year end. neither is it the beginning. nevertheless, meaningful pauses in life were never stipulated by the official calendar. one pauses when one wishes to. or be stopped in one's track, like what these diaries did to me.

i forgot all about them till i swept those old copies of reader's digests out for a flea sales - my oldest copy of diary says 2000. flipping through the pages. a whirlwind of activities and names. as for the blanks, i'd like to think that i did use them well. adding all up, i sure hope that my life did count for something.

deliberate pauses. maybe i should mark them down now, yes, in the diary that's in my bag.

supersonic gran

BEFORE @ 7.30pmAFTER @ 7.34pm

2517

i had time, while waiting to see the doc at the polyclinic, to memorise my queue number a hundred times over. no, a thousand times over. yet, when the display screen flashed '2517' to indicate that it was finally my turn, i failed to respond.see, i fell asleep. it was a kind lady who alerted me. otherwise, the wait could jolly well extend into eternity. how did she know my number? well, earlier on, for some reason, she had asked me what my number was. the little blessings in life. i'm thankful.

of cosmic proportion

MY WORLD CRASHED ON ME.

literally.

my inaugural blogspace was thrown out.

unwittingly by yours truly.

i felt caved in and incapacitated.

it's as if a part of me had been torn away - by force.

i'm not sure of its whereabouts in the virtual space now

but as i try to reclaim it - with futile results,

i feel a nudge to claim another spot.

as i deliberated, the inspiration came.

what an exhilarating feel...

exit your time zone and join me

in exploring a whole new dimension -

of cosmic proportion.

february fares - i love you

a few mouthfuls

my protest of “no time already” definitely fell on deaf ears as i was ready to fly out of the door. my granny says it's just a few mouthfuls. ah... the waft from the kitchen.. my resolute dissipated as I saw the stuff. surely the earthly race against time can stall for heavenly moments.

i took the plate from my granny and put a few strands into my mouth. they slid down, effortlessly. smooth and savoury. the sweet juice of the pork bits glossed my lips which i licked away with relish. the smile in my granny’s heart : the other heavenly moment.