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Dec. 23rd, 2011 05:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockHow do you explain two weeks in words, especially after spending the fortnight without them? It has been two weeks of seeing, watching, talking, laughing, listening: mechanical stimulation of the appendages, sensory faculties, and unfortunately, not much else. Sensations have taken over the steering wheel, as Emotions and Thoughts cower in the backseat, queasy at the recklessness. That, my friends, is a horrible and cringe-inducing analogy, hahaha. To paraphrase the words from a forgotten luminary, we do not feel when events are in the process of unfolding. Instead, it is only after the dust has settled when we begin to varnish it with a layer of sepia sentiments. And so, here goes my pitiable attempt to bling the days up.
It hasn't been difficult to feel contented lately. Christmas has rolled around, bathing everything and everywhere with candy-coloured festive cheer. Advertisements are splashed across newspapers, screeching how it is the season of literal and material giving. The streets are decked out with fairy lights that maketh for the deluge of pretty pictures flooding facebook feeds. Christmas carols are on eternal loop, and placing inside you, an internal hoop of sketches of pristine snow and chestnuts roasting over an open fire~ Ah, I remember listening to Michael Buble while on a recent bumbing (bum-numbing) bus ride to VS. The rain pelted against the panes, the roads were shiny and slick, the bus growled on proudly and purposefully. A trendy auntie tapped laboriously at her onyx mobile, while another uncle loudly narrated his day to an unseen listener over the phone. I couldn't be happier: listening to smokily-sung promises of familial warmth and lava love, while on the way to doing something that I love as well as seeing people that I like. Despite the cumbersome journey, trainings have been really enjoyable. Slowly, but surely, working on and (hopefully) improving at various aspects of the game. Wilting under the burning sun. Laughing at a perfectly-executed and completely-unplanned piece of physical humour when Chan-xiong threw the ball backwards, and it hit the crossbar before ricocheting off her head. HAHA. Being a sub-par NG, while NG was being a super-par odd3. Doing drills in the pattering rain. Playing with giddy and giggly delight. And after: trudging to different gates on alternate days. Exclaiming at nearing vehicles. Noisily convincing Choobs and Sarang to go for KL. And after-after: going gaga over cai fan. Sitting for hours rehashing old questions and obtaining new answers. Sharing and receiving. Learning and... always learning. That is my favourite part. Because people are Milky Ways, with countless constellations of stories and pains and thoughts. How does one deign to encapsulate infinite galaxies with a single telescopic image? One doesn't. Which is why I am always thankful for opportunities to peer beyond the fog (of spoken words that veil what is really being said? Haha.) Because it is difficult to spontaneously showcase the whirling blackholes and nebulae in one's own universe. And I'm going to stop with the cosmic metaphors, as they are hard to think of. Anyway, it is not so much the content, but the significance of the action behind sharing the content. The act of telling not only involves belief in what you are saying, but also, belief in the calibre of the other party, with the two weighing differently on the pendulums of different people. How do I explain this better? It appears and it fades. I'll give up for now, and just say that it is nice knowing more and more about people. Why? I'll think about it.
Other than trainings, the days have been spent in briefings, self kick-about sessions, meeting up with old friends, and oversleeping for lunches. Same ole, same ole. Headed back to NJ to play with the juniors, and the memories were still as alive as ever. Steamboat dinner with HWT mostly involved making snarky comments about the blossoming love between the 2 botaks and a boisterous gift exchange session. Skyping Friend #2 in the early mornings and wanting to un-friend, since laughter at awkwardness when parents are awake is not very friend-like. The 2.5-hour lunch with NJSG was something I would never miss for the world. Especially if you subtract the protracted shopping for wallpaper designs for Barbie dollhouses hahaha. Cousin's wedding was on the 18th, which was sweet and down-to-earth. And spent the evening after as the now-rare 4 of us. Kboxing with the sisters involved caterwauling to our traditional opening and ending song: Beyonce's Listennnn~ and other cheena favourites. Dancing and strumming up a storm with Lax, the minting of a new boyband, and incessant teasing + front-stabbing of one another. Catching up on heartwarming and heartmelting shows. Christmas(?) gathering at Khatib tonight = unleashing of Nisha's and Azlin's ruthless cardsharp sides during Monopoly Deal and Bridge, guffawing at Wookie's Wife endless references to blue checkered shirt guys, glaringly ridiculous answers that generate tidal waves of laughter (sunny and moony, going to the toilet to compost, 嘿咻嘿咻 among some). And the best part: listening to Buble once again on the quiet train ride home, while running images of the days past through the filter of my mind's eye. People nodded off, squirreled away in the softest corners of the hard plastic seats. Cars raced across gravel and queued placidly before cross junctions, with an invisible hand guiding them like toys. The Yuletide decorations of darkened shopping malls twinkled away unceasingly and unassumingly. My reflection- what I was, what I am, what I will become-, mottled with blinking lights and interposed with the back-shadow of a sleeping stranger, has never seemed clearer.
A very Merry Christmas to all.
It hasn't been difficult to feel contented lately. Christmas has rolled around, bathing everything and everywhere with candy-coloured festive cheer. Advertisements are splashed across newspapers, screeching how it is the season of literal and material giving. The streets are decked out with fairy lights that maketh for the deluge of pretty pictures flooding facebook feeds. Christmas carols are on eternal loop, and placing inside you, an internal hoop of sketches of pristine snow and chestnuts roasting over an open fire~ Ah, I remember listening to Michael Buble while on a recent bumbing (bum-numbing) bus ride to VS. The rain pelted against the panes, the roads were shiny and slick, the bus growled on proudly and purposefully. A trendy auntie tapped laboriously at her onyx mobile, while another uncle loudly narrated his day to an unseen listener over the phone. I couldn't be happier: listening to smokily-sung promises of familial warmth and lava love, while on the way to doing something that I love as well as seeing people that I like. Despite the cumbersome journey, trainings have been really enjoyable. Slowly, but surely, working on and (hopefully) improving at various aspects of the game. Wilting under the burning sun. Laughing at a perfectly-executed and completely-unplanned piece of physical humour when Chan-xiong threw the ball backwards, and it hit the crossbar before ricocheting off her head. HAHA. Being a sub-par NG, while NG was being a super-par odd3. Doing drills in the pattering rain. Playing with giddy and giggly delight. And after: trudging to different gates on alternate days. Exclaiming at nearing vehicles. Noisily convincing Choobs and Sarang to go for KL. And after-after: going gaga over cai fan. Sitting for hours rehashing old questions and obtaining new answers. Sharing and receiving. Learning and... always learning. That is my favourite part. Because people are Milky Ways, with countless constellations of stories and pains and thoughts. How does one deign to encapsulate infinite galaxies with a single telescopic image? One doesn't. Which is why I am always thankful for opportunities to peer beyond the fog (of spoken words that veil what is really being said? Haha.) Because it is difficult to spontaneously showcase the whirling blackholes and nebulae in one's own universe. And I'm going to stop with the cosmic metaphors, as they are hard to think of. Anyway, it is not so much the content, but the significance of the action behind sharing the content. The act of telling not only involves belief in what you are saying, but also, belief in the calibre of the other party, with the two weighing differently on the pendulums of different people. How do I explain this better? It appears and it fades. I'll give up for now, and just say that it is nice knowing more and more about people. Why? I'll think about it.
Other than trainings, the days have been spent in briefings, self kick-about sessions, meeting up with old friends, and oversleeping for lunches. Same ole, same ole. Headed back to NJ to play with the juniors, and the memories were still as alive as ever. Steamboat dinner with HWT mostly involved making snarky comments about the blossoming love between the 2 botaks and a boisterous gift exchange session. Skyping Friend #2 in the early mornings and wanting to un-friend, since laughter at awkwardness when parents are awake is not very friend-like. The 2.5-hour lunch with NJSG was something I would never miss for the world. Especially if you subtract the protracted shopping for wallpaper designs for Barbie dollhouses hahaha. Cousin's wedding was on the 18th, which was sweet and down-to-earth. And spent the evening after as the now-rare 4 of us. Kboxing with the sisters involved caterwauling to our traditional opening and ending song: Beyonce's Listennnn~ and other cheena favourites. Dancing and strumming up a storm with Lax, the minting of a new boyband, and incessant teasing + front-stabbing of one another. Catching up on heartwarming and heartmelting shows. Christmas(?) gathering at Khatib tonight = unleashing of Nisha's and Azlin's ruthless cardsharp sides during Monopoly Deal and Bridge, guffawing at Wookie's Wife endless references to blue checkered shirt guys, glaringly ridiculous answers that generate tidal waves of laughter (sunny and moony, going to the toilet to compost, 嘿咻嘿咻 among some). And the best part: listening to Buble once again on the quiet train ride home, while running images of the days past through the filter of my mind's eye. People nodded off, squirreled away in the softest corners of the hard plastic seats. Cars raced across gravel and queued placidly before cross junctions, with an invisible hand guiding them like toys. The Yuletide decorations of darkened shopping malls twinkled away unceasingly and unassumingly. My reflection- what I was, what I am, what I will become-, mottled with blinking lights and interposed with the back-shadow of a sleeping stranger, has never seemed clearer.
A very Merry Christmas to all.
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Date: 2011-12-24 05:32 pm (UTC)HAHAHHAHAHA shopping for wallpaper designs HAHHAHAHA sorry lol
i wish i can see a reflection that clear.(:
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Date: 2011-12-24 06:24 pm (UTC)Hehe it comes and it goes. But nowadays is a jolly good time to catch it! :) MERRY CHRISTMAS.