Archive for December, 2005

Down the Memory Lane

s t a r m | s t December 18th, 2005

Yesterday morning saw me rushing down to work with red painful eyes [again! think I may be allergic to something at home] and a groggy mind. Tiredness, however, was not the main challenge to face during the two hours. Instead, it was the speed at which our guest speaker rattled on, and the countless terminologies used, which saw me fumbling awkwardly through my signs and trying desperately to catch up. Urgh. An hour and a half into it, exhaustion overpowered my brain and I was terping without using total communication, sitting slackly when I should not, and my mind was screaming silently, “MD!!! Please come take over from me!!”

Rushed down to the godforsaken place that is Hougang thereafter to celebrate Christmas with the MINDS children in my favourite way - Christmas carolling in sign language! Sadly, my cute little boy and his friends were not there, but at least that solved the mystery of their schooling place - was wondering if they are from MINDS or Chao Yang.

Ahh, I am digressing, and I am so going to deviate even more from my initial idea for this entry. Wonder if it will be a mistake because… it is such a sensitive [and private] issue - the land of volunteering. Hmmmmm, will just write about carolling.

Four Decembers ago was when it all started. Sister asked me if I would like to volunteer in a SADeaf-Starbucks Christmas Carolling project and I excitedly jumped at the offer, even though I had zero knowledge of sign language then. Needless to say, it was two [?] intensive months of practice filled with much confusion and hard work. Despite that, I enjoyed myself tremendously and acquainted myself with a handful of people who became my friends later on.

It was that split decision to join carolling that spiralled me into the world of volunteering, xtomic and the Deaf community, which is now a big part of my life.

In the second year, HWSNBN, sister and I took over the coordination of the carolling project. The logistic part was a nightmare, and coordinating some 70 volunteers was no easy feat. Thankfully, we had a great group of volunteers and an even greater bunch of conductors, and the hours and days and weeks and months spent with one another was full of fun and laughter. 2003 marks the most memorable year of carolling for me - the initial meetings with Starbucks management, the choosing of songs, working and dueting with him, conducting, generating hell lot of publicity and more. I miss that magic so so much.

Last year’s carolling was held at the Esplanade Library. It was a small scale one-day affair, with YQ and LT performing alongside with Xtomic. Still wonderful, still magical, still filled with Christmas cheer.

This year, SADeaf did not plan any carolling projects and it felt strange. Empty. Cheerless. Despite the Christmas lights in town, and Christmas songs being played everywhere, I couldn’t feel the Christmas spirit. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt that way, cos’ YQ and LT suddenly came up with the wonderful idea of carolling for the people of MINDS. This time, we carolled not under SADeaf, nor Xtomic, nor Starbucks, but as individuals who miss Christmas carolling and want to bring cheer to others.

I was - still am - really exhausted and short on yesterday. But seeing the children easily following our signs, clapping energetically along with the rhythm, smiling and laughing joyously when Santa Claus appeared before them, I know I didn’t regret about taking the performance up, not one bit.

It finally feel like Christmas is near.

Merry Christmas to all.

The One Who Became a Recluse

s t a r m | s t December 16th, 2005

It’s a Friday night and I am home, and I am alright with it.

In fact, I can hardly wait to go to bed [but can't yet cos I have stuff to complete before tomorrow comes].

It should be a good thing, me getting used to being alone… But this is a double-edged sword, because I seem to be happily turning into a recluse, and I apologise to those who have been trying to get me out without much success.

Thanks for the invite to MoS. I want to go but am too tired, and gotta work tomorrow. Sorry, Dumbo, for not being able to meet up for dinner and drinks before you fly off there again. You already know why I cannot go; work ah, work. See you really soon.

Some comments over the past weeks about my appearance [edited for clarity].

Mum: Your eyes seemed to be getting smaller and smaller with each passing day.

Me: Yeah, soon I can no longer open them. Tired lah!

Me [asking the plastic (?) surgeon]: What treatments would you recommend for me to get flawless skin?

Cowboy [talking directly to him & gesturely urgently at my eyes]: No no, what can you do to get rid of her eye bags?

Linna [with girlish innocence]: Aiyoh! What is wrong with your eyes?!?

Girl E [deadpanned]: I think you just redefined ‘Panda Eyes’.

Me: ……

Oh, the pox thingie? They turned out to be rashes [I think]. *whew*

Oh No….

s t a r m | s t December 15th, 2005

This afternoon, I thought to myself,

long hours + work stress + emotional turbulence + suppressed angst + lack of sleep + excess travelling + auditory fatigue + physical and mental exhaustion = fever + flu

Ahh, that’s why. And I went back to my work, satisfied with my powers of deduction.

15 minutes ago, I took a look at myself and my mind screamed “oh nooooooooooooo………………” so loudly I thought my brain was going to burst.

[Btw MG, I'm sorry for all that wailing over the phone. Under extreme distress, you see. Still feeling panicky now, but it's a calm kind of panicky. Er, nevermind.]

How on earth am I going to turn up for work work extra on saturday interpret at parent support group sign christmas carols at MINDS go for the dinner and dance retro night with the rest of them study and take all my tests do all my assignments showcase my dance item for my dance instructor and more and more and more within the next 4 days if this is really the pox???

I feel faint.

The Eccentric & The Genius

s t a r m | s t December 13th, 2005

Due to Le Petit-so-blind-to-think-Starm|st-is-that-burly-hairy-guy-from-Arsenal-Prince’s incessant gushing over Rabindranath Tagore, the first line of a hauntingly beautiful poem written by him [the latter, not the former!] kept repeating non-stop in my head like a siren’s song which cannot be switched off. But knowing only the first line seemed so incomplete, so inadequate, and I could not let it rest just like that. Determinedly, I went on a quest to find the entire poem, and ended up reading some of his other literature as well.

I remember how, back in college, my friends and I used to pore over Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience [urm, actually I didn't quite pore over his works]. We should have studied Tagore’s collection instead. There is strong resemblance between the two of them, yet they are distinctively unique in their own ways. And Tagore’s poetry and prose appeal to me more than eccentric Blake’s.

I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,

and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content with

the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine.

It is the simple words that make the greatest impact, and Tagore knew it. Though I have only glanced through some of his works, they seem worthy of a read. How is it that I have never heard of him until 2 months ago? =/ Oh yeah, the poem that caused me a sleepless night? This is it.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms

In life after life, in age after age forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,

Its ancient tale of being apart or together,

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge

Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount

At the heart of time love of one for another.

We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same

Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-

Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

 

Escape to Nowhere [Part 2]

s t a r m | s t December 10th, 2005

I was pleasantly surprised when some unexpected visitors dropped by at the chalet on the second day. Have always like the presence of the old batch, probably cos I shared so much more with them as compared to the newer ones. Plus, they have a sense of humour which agree with me.

When I injured my hand while attempting to poke the skewer into the chicken

Me [in much distress]: Owwwwwww…. paaaaiinnnn..

Kids [shoving my hand under the running water]: Hey look, at least you have chicken essence in your hand now.

Me: Not funnnyyyy!

Trying to defrost the hard rock of frozen crabstick

Me: I need to put these in a big bowl. Can you find a bowl for me?

Kids [pointing]: There, the toilet bowl.

Ah Dai [somewhere in the near distance]: Hahaha!

Me: ……

Even the volunteer coordinator turned up, with her two flowery-looking twin daughters in tow. =)

Later in the night, the uni batch turned up, with Gene, Glen and Iv-bro being the first few. They were yakking non-stop about everything under the stars while I determinedly tried to feed them with the mountain of food my parents bought.

Of a certain pretty celebrity Gene met

Gene: She’s quite deep…

Me: Yeah she is. Or rather, she was last time. She used to spout poetic lines in conversations.

Gene [uncharacteristically agreeable]: Yes, I agree with you that she is.

Me: And was always carrying a book wherever she went.

Gene [too straight a face]: Yah, she’s deep.

Glen the Man: *chuckles*

Me: *cast a suspicious look*

Gene [sliding a finger down his chest]: She is deep! I didn’t say she’s not! She’s veeerryy deep!

Me [finally getting it]: ……

Escape to Nowhere [Part 1]

s t a r m | s t December 9th, 2005

What was supposed to be a weekend escape from an unhappy real life turned out to be an unhappy weekend at Pasir Ris. It was only when I returned back that I realised things were this way because I had unknowingly carried lots of emotional baggage to the chalet.

But since I made a deal with Le Petit Prince to try writing less depressing entries - we even online-hooked fingers -, then try I will.

Friday evening saw the college girls traipsing down to the chalet with a very irritable and grumpy me [grumpy cos Murphy's Law was my close friend that day]. The mood was lightened considerably when we reached the chalet, due to the antics of my ever-faithful jester. A dilapidated mj table was lying in the middle of nowhere with no one in sight for miles and Dumbo, lugging two heavy bags, half-whispered half-shouted to the rest of us, “Heeeeyyy!! A mj table! Now we can play!!!”. In front of a stunned me, she heaved the table up and shuffled excitedly to our unit. “Open the door, hurry, open the door!” and with many a shaky hand and much fumbling around, the table was in. Within minutes of stepping into chalet grounds, we managed to commit grand theft steal take borrow a mj table. “It doesn’t seem to belong to anyone, but we’ll return it to the original place if it does k?”

*long pause*

Me: You know… urm.. I didn’t bring my mj set.

The rest: ……

The college peeps are friends who never fail to make me laugh, even in the more dire situations. The night was filled with hilarity and I was genuinely tickled even though I was privately upset over the MIA-ing and can’t-be-bothered attitude of certain people whom I have invited to the chalet. Dumbo, to my horror, happily invited my dad to [alcoholic] drinks.

Dumbo [holding the bottle of vanilla vodka]: Uncle, you want to drink?

Dad [nonchalantly]: Sure.. I can hold my liquor.

Dumbo proceeded to fill half the cup with vodka.

Me [whispering furiously]: Don’t! That’s too much!

Dumbo [froze in mid-pour]: What? He told me he can!

King, to my double triple quadruple horror, was spewing vulgarities in conversations in front of my brother and mum who were listening with avid curiosity. After the 56th ‘F***’, Beebs, Mat, Dumbo and Kong were all shooting alarmed glances at me, which I reponded with a wince and a pull of my face.

Despite the dark skies and stormy weather, - twice we had to make a run for shelter during the BBQ cos the rain came pouring down -, t’was a great night with them, so… Thank you peeps, thank you thank you thank you, and hope you guys have enjoyed yourselves.

East to West

s t a r m | s t December 8th, 2005

There is a star in the black sky tonight and it is unusually big and bright.

The last time I saw big beautiful stars were in Bintan one and a half years back.

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