sleepless in membina...

is it the kahlua coffee that's keeping me going
or is it what I heard over coffee?

why was it that mt faber failed to look as enchanting
was it cos i saw too much shimmer?

is it human not to see the one afront
or is it plain foolish one doesn't let go?

why was it that i could not get the maps talking
was it cos i din decode their musings?

is it the impossible i'm pursuing
or is it the gap i have yet to unravel?

i'm not sure if i can eat/sleep/drink/breathe this research
cant really complain this is losing me sleep
over maps/territories/malaya/singapore/nationalism
or a thousand chaotic imagings of the restive mind
maybe it is just the coffee...

The best button job...

was the one I did for T. One of the buttons on his shirt came off and it was the rare occasion I saw the usually confident and self-assured him flustered. I jokingly offered to help him for five bucks and got a snarl instead. I can still remember the light-yellow shirt smelled strongly of detergent as I held it. Never have I put in so much heart and effort in a sewing job (sorry mom!). I myself was in awe of the deftness and neatness of the endeavour as I admired the button that was back snuggly where it belonged. That was the power of (de)illusion of sewing for your loved one...no expectation of return just the plain contentment of giving...

加油！

I am procrastinating (again) in what I should be doing as I write. After getting some (weak) lead on my research, I figured I can afford 15 minutes of distraction (and yellow fever)...

It was Wednesday when I had to work late again. Arrrgghhhh, there goes my plan for some reading. As I plodded through the defence slides with aching back and limbs, I was on the verge of tears as I needed just that 1.5hr of nap time so that I could keep going at night with my discussion prep for next day. It was a lost cause and as I braced myself to keep a positive work attitude, I was reminded of the greasy fries that Ruppie had the day before. That's it, greasy fries! If a plane should crash into OUB Centre half an hour later, I wanna die eating greasy fries!

As I munched on, I realised I had not had real fries for sooooooooooooo loooooooong. Greasy fries without the oil pressed out with layers of napkins. And it made me very contented. The fatigue went away. In place returned my sense of humor +)