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Archive for August, 2005
It Takes Only a Phonecall…
s t a r m | s t August 30th, 2005
to make me deliriously happy for the rest of the day and beyond.
I got it! I finally got it!
Yay~
Always On My Mind
s t a r m | s t August 27th, 2005
In ‘A Walk to Remember’, Mandy Moore’s character, Jamie, said to Shane West’s Landon when he asked her to tutor him :-
Jamie: You have to promise that you won’t fall in love with me.
Landon: That’s not a problem.
That is what you have to do.
The Tongue is Mightier Than the Sword
s t a r m | s t August 27th, 2005
Mahjong
Me: I don’t have a [mj] table! And I can’t play cos I’ve got to work tomorrow.
Friend D: Oh yeah, I forgot… Anyway, with me around [playing mj], you won’t be able to get any sleep. Heh.
Me: Right. You should buy me a table. Then we will be able to play every night.
Friend D: You are getting too suggestive… Don’t want to continue talking to you already.
Me: What?? Wait. What?? I’m confused.
Misconceptions
Photographer: Ahh, I think it’s good that you know you want to work with the Deaf and Dumb.
Me [wagging my index finger & shaking my head]: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Photographer: What? What??
Me [a bit too fiercely]: Never. ever. call them Deaf and Dumb. They are not dumb. Calling them Deaf and Dumb is an insult to them. [Launch into a 5 minutes monologue]
Photographer [dazed and taken aback]: O-kay……
Of Drinks and Sex
*message beep*
Kids: Oh man, the names of the drinks here are so funny… The waiter just gave Pawprints a free sex against the wall.. Haha.
*message beep*
Pawprints [determined to make Kids fall with her]: And Kids wants a blow job from the waiter.
A Nation In Concert Aftermath
s t a r m | s t August 25th, 2005
One Voice,
Two[-enty] thousand volunteer hours,
Three combined rehearsals,
Four the people, by the people,
Five volunteer welfare organizations.
It was fun, it was touching, it was a great learning experience.
Sister posed this sobering question after the concert - ‘would you rather be deaf, blind or wheelchair-bound?’ By this question, I assume she meant profound deafness, total blindness and losing the ability to even move one’s legs [there are varying degrees of the three-mentioned]. Taking it as such, and ignoring the finer details [losing hearing, sight or mobility when born or in the later years, etc], I believe I would choose being wheelchair-bound, reasons similar to sister’s - ‘both have problems with mobility, but at least the wheelchair-bound can see where they’re going, or not going’. Helen Keller’s famous quote - blindness cuts you off from things; deafness cuts you off from people - also plays a significant part in me choosing the third over the first two. Really, I cannot imagine my life in total darkness [although metaphorically speaking, it is in darkness now], and neither can I imagine a world without music [though it may happen one day], yet I guess I would feel differently if I really am wheelchair bound.
But when it comes down to it, nobody has a choice, do they?
Look at them, what do you know?
Look closer, what do you see?
I see…
talented musicians,
smart students who overcame the odds,
a person of strength who has walked is walking the difficult path and is still surviving,
impish, lively boys, and
the most endearing lil’ sweetie who charmed me with his exclusive flashes of smiles [I think he was having a tummyache. =/ ].
Addendum: Something that irritates me to hell - when people make comments in the line of “oh, you’re working with those Deaf and Dumb?” It rankles me, truly it does. I guess having volunteered in the Deaf community for some time have made me sensitive to such words, such remarks. Let me explain, though it is never once and for all. The Hearing Impaired [HI] are not mute, and neither are they stupid [as the word 'dumb' implies]. Most HIs I know can speak [though not all can speak well]; it’s just that they choose to speak a language which they are more comfortable with - sign language. These days, more and more HIs are receiving auditory-verbal training and speech therapy; I know of some who can speak as well as most of us. Some of the younger HIs do not even possess sign language knowledge; they converse the same way others converse, though majority of the older generation still sign. And there is certainly nothing. wrong. with. their. IQs. Is speaking with hands and listening with eyes so unacceptable that people have to label them as ‘Deaf and Dumb’? Would you like people to label you as ‘Hearing and Dumb’? Cmon, practice a little bit of sense and sensitivity. So for friends who read this blog, never address the people as such in front of me or you are just asking for a slap.
Let Me Not Forget
s t a r m | s t August 23rd, 2005
How is it that words have the ability to break a person? Or that reading about the past could still make one cry? Why is it that when everything seems alright and things are moving on fine, the world simply has to be overturned once again, transporting one back to those dark painful days?
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
—let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
—let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
Night
s t a r m | s t August 19th, 2005
we sit, side by side,
in the shadows of the night
bodies swaying to the beat of the music
which spilled over from the room next door
you look at me over your glass of drink
your amber eyes intense, searching
and full of promise
stripping away the protective layers of armour
and then you tell me you love me.
the whispered words are drowned by the music, yet they have never resounded clearer in my ears. the darkness engulfs us, yet I know I have not mistaken the words forming on your lips. you wait, perhaps expecting me to return the promise of love. but all I could do is to shake my head; unnerved, unsettled, and unable to say even a word, because I believe I have lost the ability to love someone else anymore.
Beginnings
s t a r m | s t August 14th, 2005
A new chapter of my life is about to begin and I’m scared to hell.
More on A Nation in Concert when I’m feeling less sick and have more time.
