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Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
At the risk of sounding....
....like I'm not glad to be back, just this once, I'm going to say it out in the open, I truely miss London. Everything about it. Leaving the city during the more beautiful season pains me even more. I want to be there with those who are there.
My boxes arrived today. With that, my life for that short while, carefully packed in the tiny cardboard walls are delivered. No more in-betweens. Between there and here. My returning home seemed cannot be more final. What else is there to wait for, to look forward to?
As I was unpacking, I stopped to smell; the clothes that I'd washed, the shoes unworn, the books and anything I felt like. They didn't particularly smell of the combination of detergent and fabric softener that I used, but much more pleasant. Maybe because they were in the boxes for a long time. Or they'd gotten the scent from travelling across the seas to come to me. The sweet odor transported me to a place I want to be.
The timing is perfect, in every sense of the word. I'm not talking about order delivery, but because it's at that time of the month when I have the uncontrollable need to romantisize everything.
It's just what I need.
My boxes arrived today. With that, my life for that short while, carefully packed in the tiny cardboard walls are delivered. No more in-betweens. Between there and here. My returning home
As I was unpacking, I stopped to smell; the clothes that I'd washed, the shoes unworn, the books and anything I felt like. They didn't particularly smell of the combination of detergent and fabric softener that I used, but much more pleasant. Maybe because they were in the boxes for a long time. Or they'd gotten the scent from travelling across the seas to come to me. The sweet odor transported me to a place I want to be.
The timing is perfect, in every sense of the word. I'm not talking about order delivery, but because it's at that time of the month when I have the uncontrollable need to romantisize everything.
It's just what I need.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
If you know me, you'll know how I'm obsessed with cleaning my room. Spring cleaning is something I do all year round, yelah, Malaysia kan iklim khatulistiwa ;p.
So of course, that is something I would do now that I'm back. Kesian bilik, setahun lebih kene abai... One of the enjoyments I get from this activity, is the element of surprise and nostalgia. You'll never know the junk that you've accumulated. Well, not all junk lah, where's the fun in that?
I take forever to complete the whole process because I always get sidetrackked by the treasure I found. Sometimes I don't even remember I have them, or even if I remember, the sentimental me takes control.
Anyway.
I'll share one thing I found this time; my old 'journal' when I was travelling in Kluang to see Ju.
Us at the train station. But this was from Singapore going back to Johor.
Ok, firstly, Jumaiiyah, do you remember any of this? Haha. I don't, at all.
See, that's why it's important to write about your travel, or even daily life. Because you can't remember everything. Surely you can remember some highlights, but what about the details in the fabric? The things that made you smile, or cry. You think you can remember every thing because it just happened? Can you say that five years from now? I'm telling you, this is like a piece of time capsule for the future you. Having said that, however, I failed to keep a consistent journal myself. Iye, saya ketam, dan awak dah pandai berlari.
(Diana, I failed to fully utilize my Moleskine, and really, there's nothing much to show you. Boohoo kan?!)
I am pretty sure most people have been to the famous Kluang Station kopitiam. There's one in OU, a few at other places. The picture above is the original kopitiam, right at the Kluang train station, canteen style. I was having my breakfast there before literally catching my train ;p. Ju's family, run this kopitiam for already three generations now, all the way from her ah kong.
Maybe next time I'll tell about other things I find, you know, laying around ;p
So of course, that is something I would do now that I'm back. Kesian bilik, setahun lebih kene abai... One of the enjoyments I get from this activity, is the element of surprise and nostalgia. You'll never know the junk that you've accumulated. Well, not all junk lah, where's the fun in that?
I take forever to complete the whole process because I always get sidetrackked by the treasure I found. Sometimes I don't even remember I have them, or even if I remember, the sentimental me takes control.
Anyway.
I'll share one thing I found this time; my old 'journal' when I was travelling in Kluang to see Ju.
14 Dec 2005
Train bertolak kul 7.55 lbh kurang. Mula2 plan nak naik yg pkl 9.30. Nasib baik pg td mandi awal. Pukul 7.45 mak ju call kate train pukul 7.55. Menggelabah nak mampus. Ju dahle belum mandi. Kocoh2 siap nasib baik sempat sampai.
Sampai station tgk parents ju xbeli tiket lagi. haha. Breakfast cepat nak mampus main telan je. Pastu tgh makan dengar bunyi ketapi sampai. Ayah ju cakap "xpe nina, eat2x. take your time". Tapi dah menggelabah dah. Ju dh pegi dulu. Pastu skali ju jerit "Nina!!", cam satu kedai pandang. haha. Seb baik x tetinggal ketapi.
Us at the train station. But this was from Singapore going back to Johor.Ok, firstly, Jumaiiyah, do you remember any of this? Haha. I don't, at all.
See, that's why it's important to write about your travel, or even daily life. Because you can't remember everything. Surely you can remember some highlights, but what about the details in the fabric? The things that made you smile, or cry. You think you can remember every thing because it just happened? Can you say that five years from now? I'm telling you, this is like a piece of time capsule for the future you. Having said that, however, I failed to keep a consistent journal myself. Iye, saya ketam, dan awak dah pandai berlari.
(Diana, I failed to fully utilize my Moleskine, and really, there's nothing much to show you. Boohoo kan?!)
I am pretty sure most people have been to the famous Kluang Station kopitiam. There's one in OU, a few at other places. The picture above is the original kopitiam, right at the Kluang train station, canteen style. I was having my breakfast there before literally catching my train ;p. Ju's family, run this kopitiam for already three generations now, all the way from her ah kong.
Maybe next time I'll tell about other things I find, you know, laying around ;p
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I've been back for more than three weeks, yet I haven't written a single reflective post on the dream I had; one that lasted for a year and a half. Although I appreciate the warm welcome back wishes I had received, my BIL put it quite rightly on my fb once before- Welcome back to the Real World.
Yes, with all that is good, bad and ugly (about it).
In the short span of twenty-odd days, every now and then, of course, I still do long for that same dream, wishing I could relive it, wishing it would be longer, wishing I could live it better. But that is just it, wishing.
And in the long span of twenty-odd days too, I have managed to do nothing much. Nothing much compared to what should have been done by someone who has not been on home ground for four seasons and some.
Let's hope this vicious cycle ends soon.
Yes, with all that is good, bad and ugly (about it).
In the short span of twenty-odd days, every now and then, of course, I still do long for that same dream, wishing I could relive it, wishing it would be longer, wishing I could live it better. But that is just it, wishing.
And in the long span of twenty-odd days too, I have managed to do nothing much. Nothing much compared to what should have been done by someone who has not been on home ground for four seasons and some.
Let's hope this vicious cycle ends soon.
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