Sunday, June 11, 2006
Tripping over a popiah hill
I don't know why I keep tripping and tumbling over the smallest things ever!!
I really don't understand why all little stupid nonsensical stuffs always come in front of me. The worst thing is, its not that I don't see them, I do. And yet I still always tumble, trip and fall unglamourously over all the small pitholes in life. Literally & methaphorically.
And with my head hanging low and shaking in disbelief, bewildered at it all, I raised my hand high waving it estatically stopping all those offering and approcahing for help. This especially works when no
ONE is approaching for help or had even noticed. Oh God... she is heavy and I am getting weaker ??
My house is half moved. Yes, half moved. All the major wardrobes and cupboard are moved together with their contents of course. Boxes and boxes of contents. Boxes and boxes of memories. Funny, now my house is just of beds and electronic goods. Oh let not forget now the new sets of boxes.
Yesterday, it was a while since I was riding alone. Yup. I travelled up north to fill up my tank, all alone. No pillion, no member riders. No nothing. Its been a while. It was a surreal feeling. Juz whizzing and ghosting along the expressway alone. No anak dara orang behind me to think of or care for. No members who don't like to speed to wait for. No nothing. Just simple me and my machine. Its really been a while since I had that feeling. A warm intense feeling being blanketed by the cold wind brushing against me. Just me and my machine.
The checkpoints were clear and I was safely back in Singapore with a very heavy tank, when I decided to spin around. Why I decide to take this extra spins I will never know. For it made me trip again at the end of the spin. Oh that heavy tank of mine. Trip inside and out. Literally and methaphorically of me.
Am I not strong to overcome this episode of my life ? Why am I still struggling to overcome the shadows of the past. Still being humbled with traces of spacedust of what was once...
And in the agony of it all, the jumbled up feelings always trip and tumble down the hill. Down and down the hill, a steep hill at that. Just imagine you rolling up a popiah. Ah you get that same effect when you roll down a steep hill. You're all beaten up and rolled with such uneven-ness.
Unless of course you got that chefs fingers to roll a popiah, you would understand.
So I am now of a battered popiah. So delicious on the outside. So looking nice and soft, all ready with the sambal. But a popiah has the insides tumbled all over, just ready to burst out all over the floor when you bite into them. Oh this is making me want popiah. Bleargh*
Tripping over a popiah hill. Yeah I trip over all the popiah hills. I must be careful now where I place my feet onto. Whoops.
That was a banana skin by the way. Hah.
I pick myself up in utter disgust, head hanging and shaking in disbelief. When I looked up...@}-^--Its been quite some time since I heard from you. No news at all from you. I know you're busy studying for your exams and all, busy spending time with your new partner, busy with all the things that are on offer in a new life down below. But I'd just wish that you remember me back here for I am constantly remembering you. Its really getting harder though. My images of you are fading more and more. The memories that we shared are fast doing a dissapearance act. And it only lies with you to rekindle any form of spark or magic.
Study hard and good luck for your exams.
when darkness turns to light @ 1:27 pm
