Sunday, May 13, 2007
Poignance; almost
As it was, i had wished my mom Mothers' Day a wee bit early. Doesn't matter.
Bedtime yesterday was close to 6 today, thanks to a good serving of chicklit-ness in Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty. Chicklit? Ooh, decadence. 'Cept that it's hardly mindless. And it's not literature for the closet blondes. I've probably read hundreds of stories about breakups and divorces, but never have i been moved to tears until this one. Maybe i lied, maybe i always weep when i read any book. I said maybe. This is the second book i picked after Indiscretion by Jude Morgan. This is pure satire. Oh boy, i'm indulging myself too much. And to think that i didn't think when i pulled these books off the shelves. They were godsend, and yes i'm partly exaggerating. I just like to try my luck when i select books from the library. As with life, you win some, and you lose some.
Despite going to bed wide-eyed at 6 in the morning, i managed to be woken up at 9 for breakfast. I protested initially, but my stomach protested against me. Betrayer. Selfish rubbish.
When you wake up and feel exceptionally loving towards your mother, you know it's Mothers' Day. Of course it isn't true, what's wrong with you? But you'll just know when your mom receives text messages and flowers and they're not from dad. I mean, one ignorant person can get the date wrong, but you know you can generally trust the rest of the world. If THEY get it wrong too like yours truly, then i don't know what else is to be said.
My mom, unlike yours i hope, finds joy and happiness and pleasure in cleaning. Give her a pail of water and a wash cloth and she'll be euphoric. I almost feel bad for saying this but that's the way it is. And so... she spent her Mothers' Day with dad scrubbing the corridor, washing the kitchen walls and floor, and making the bathroom sparking clean before i could take a shower. "Do you know how good i feel? I feel so.. free!" Swish swish. "Like when you clear clutter, you clear your mind too?" I offered. Swish swish. Dragging the water with the mop, left, right, left right, wide grin. "-happy mumblings-" If there's one thing we both share, and that's aside from looks, character, we like to buang suay. As i've learnt, when she was younger she used to cut her own hair when she's upset. So do i. But now we just let Ivan have the honour of removing our ill luck.
The clouds chose to unload their burden today, to our delight. "Wanna go down and play in the rain with me?" For a second, my mom was her ten-year old self. I've seen her several days back, with traces of tears instead of this wide grin. But just as i whooped in agreement, throwing my book aside, my mom came back. The smile lingered, but it took on a different nature. Clearly it was... sad? It probably wasn't so clear, now that i think about it. I thought i saw longing. Oh mama.
Well he called me to ask for my mom's number but i was in the shower and who were to pick the call up but the momma herself! Yeah well, my mom picks up MY phonecalls from MY mobile. And to think that she ignores calls on the residential phone. I caught the conversation from the bathroom, partially though. And mom was uncharacteristically polite, no loud guffaws, no "hahaha diam ah beruk!" "kuangasam peh budak!", just plain un-Mama weird. Even then, i suspected nothing. Until i got out and she told me she just had a chat with my boyfriend (okay here's one for you, etymology. though it's hardly the usual stuff for "love life". hurhur). He wished her a happy Mothers' Day. When i probed him further, he said "Secret! Some Mother and Son-in-law stuff." Yeah i know, what the kambing.
It's 12:39 and Mothers' Day is over. I'm 9 minutes late. Ifran is waiting for this post. Now it's 12:40. Wah jintan! Ifran is irritatinggggg!
Intet Liv says:
hi fara
faaa says:
hi jennifer
Intet Liv says:
sorry wrong tree
faaa says:
its ok. we can be pen pals!
Intet Liv says:
i cant spell
faaa says:
its ok, i cant read either
That's the way it has always been with Fantat and me.
Intet Liv says:
tmr
Intet Liv says:
i might not be here
faaa says:
vat??
faaa says:
whyy
Intet Liv says:
ajal needs no why
Intet Liv says:
or when
faaa says:
i'll talk to Izrail ok
Intet Liv says:
i wanna name one of my sons Mikhail
faaa says:
i want Adam
Intet Liv says:
siti adam ah
faaa says:
and muhd hawa
Intet Liv says:
pon boleh
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fara // 23:42
Poignance; almost
As it was, i had wished my mom Mothers' Day a wee bit early. Doesn't matter.
Bedtime yesterday was close to 6 today, thanks to a good serving of chicklit-ness in Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty. Chicklit? Ooh, decadence. 'Cept that it's hardly mindless. And it's not literature for the closet blondes. I've probably read hundreds of stories about breakups and divorces, but never have i been moved to tears until this one. Maybe i lied, maybe i always weep when i read any book. I said maybe. This is the second book i picked after Indiscretion by Jude Morgan. This is pure satire. Oh boy, i'm indulging myself too much. And to think that i didn't think when i pulled these books off the shelves. They were godsend, and yes i'm partly exaggerating. I just like to try my luck when i select books from the library. As with life, you win some, and you lose some.
Despite going to bed wide-eyed at 6 in the morning, i managed to be woken up at 9 for breakfast. I protested initially, but my stomach protested against me. Betrayer. Selfish rubbish.
When you wake up and feel exceptionally loving towards your mother, you know it's Mothers' Day. Of course it isn't true, what's wrong with you? But you'll just know when your mom receives text messages and flowers and they're not from dad. I mean, one ignorant person can get the date wrong, but you know you can generally trust the rest of the world. If THEY get it wrong too like yours truly, then i don't know what else is to be said.
My mom, unlike yours i hope, finds joy and happiness and pleasure in cleaning. Give her a pail of water and a wash cloth and she'll be euphoric. I almost feel bad for saying this but that's the way it is. And so... she spent her Mothers' Day with dad scrubbing the corridor, washing the kitchen walls and floor, and making the bathroom sparking clean before i could take a shower. "Do you know how good i feel? I feel so.. free!" Swish swish. "Like when you clear clutter, you clear your mind too?" I offered. Swish swish. Dragging the water with the mop, left, right, left right, wide grin. "-happy mumblings-" If there's one thing we both share, and that's aside from looks, character, we like to buang suay. As i've learnt, when she was younger she used to cut her own hair when she's upset. So do i. But now we just let Ivan have the honour of removing our ill luck.
The clouds chose to unload their burden today, to our delight. "Wanna go down and play in the rain with me?" For a second, my mom was her ten-year old self. I've seen her several days back, with traces of tears instead of this wide grin. But just as i whooped in agreement, throwing my book aside, my mom came back. The smile lingered, but it took on a different nature. Clearly it was... sad? It probably wasn't so clear, now that i think about it. I thought i saw longing. Oh mama.
Well he called me to ask for my mom's number but i was in the shower and who were to pick the call up but the momma herself! Yeah well, my mom picks up MY phonecalls from MY mobile. And to think that she ignores calls on the residential phone. I caught the conversation from the bathroom, partially though. And mom was uncharacteristically polite, no loud guffaws, no "hahaha diam ah beruk!" "kuangasam peh budak!", just plain un-Mama weird. Even then, i suspected nothing. Until i got out and she told me she just had a chat with my boyfriend (okay here's one for you, etymology. though it's hardly the usual stuff for "love life". hurhur). He wished her a happy Mothers' Day. When i probed him further, he said "Secret! Some Mother and Son-in-law stuff." Yeah i know, what the kambing.
It's 12:39 and Mothers' Day is over. I'm 9 minutes late. Ifran is waiting for this post. Now it's 12:40. Wah jintan! Ifran is irritatinggggg!
Intet Liv says:
hi fara
faaa says:
hi jennifer
Intet Liv says:
sorry wrong tree
faaa says:
its ok. we can be pen pals!
Intet Liv says:
i cant spell
faaa says:
its ok, i cant read either
That's the way it has always been with Fantat and me.
Intet Liv says:
tmr
Intet Liv says:
i might not be here
faaa says:
vat??
faaa says:
whyy
Intet Liv says:
ajal needs no why
Intet Liv says:
or when
faaa says:
i'll talk to Izrail ok
Intet Liv says:
i wanna name one of my sons Mikhail
faaa says:
i want Adam
Intet Liv says:
siti adam ah
faaa says:
and muhd hawa
Intet Liv says:
pon boleh
fara // 23:42
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