take me (there)

Last day at school.

Back to university on Monday.

Sucks.

Life moves too fast for my liking.

Tired, headachey, and grumpy as hell about missing my Puppy. Very. Grumpy.

I’ve been wearing a sulk all evening. Rousted up from bed and a not-so-exciting headache, it was hard for me to pull myself to choir practice but I made it in the end. Still feeling lightheaded and a bit woozy and knowing that Puppy’s feeling even worse than I am with a high fever. It really bites not being able to go over and baby him with hot milk and chicken soup and all sorts of random sick-people food (pei dan porridge and chicken macaroni soup!) and lots of cuddles and love and just watching him sleep.

Poor darling alone and sick and feeling miserable. And that’s just me! ;D

<3 Puppy we’ll get well soon…

A rash of weddings, he said, but I shook my head vigorously. Not a rash, I insisted, why do you make it sound like a disease? Like something that eats at the skin. It should be a joy of weddings, a revel of weddings. A thrill of weddings, maybe. He laughs at my indignation. Some people might say marriage is a disease, love, no matter what you think of it. He tweaks my nose.

But you don’t, do you, I ask, and only he knows me so well that he can hear the soft imploring note in my voice. He leans down and stares into my eyes, until I blush and smile and fidget just a little bit. It’d be a disease if I marry anyone else, he replies, and I can’t help but laugh until his mouth comes down onto mine and kisses my silly worries away.

(fiction[by]me)

Neglected to take photos, but I cooked dinner today :) We had cheese omelet (Puppy made it) and simple stir-fried veggies and Indian butter chicken.

Despite some veggies I didn’t wash carefully enough *abashed* and a substitution of five-spice for garam masala powder, I think it wasn’t too bad :) I quite liked my butter chicken, actually. Mom said I could have fried the chicken longer in the herby butter to make it retain the taste better, so I shall do that next time, and use real garam masala or curry powder rather than five-spice :P Still. It wasn’t too bad :) Love the sourish taste of the yogurt mixed into the sauce. Added cut vegetables to the chicken of my own accord - cucumbers, onions, capsicum, celery and carrots.

Yay. Shall try other things next time :)

I dived into love with you.

I stood on the diving board, rough wood, splinters curling up at the edges. My toes were small and white as they gripped the edge of the plank like a dying man grasps at his last breath. I remember looking down and thinking, I don’t have to jump. I can still step back. I could…

And then you smiled and unfurled your arms and I felt my heart kick into life like you had turned an ignition and gunned the engine. You just stood there, with your arms wide open, waiting for me to take that first step.

So I did. I stumbled off the board. It was fear and terror and exhilaration and the best feeling I’d ever had, plummeting like an anvil through the air and wondering if you’d be there when I reached the bottom.

And I plunged into you, the deepest pool I’d ever sunk into. You gathered me up and enfolded me in your arms and never let me go. You take me in, you steady me, you warm me.

You are my lifeline. Love stitches us together like an invisible seam. Our hands fit together, halves of a whole, until I can’t tell where I end and where you begin, wound around each other like the curve of yin and yang.

What if I fall? I’d asked.

I’d catch you, you’d replied simply. I’d catch you.

You did.

It’s been a crazy week.

Puppy wrenched his wrist and I’ve been a real nag trying to get him to stop cracking it.

I finished all my teaching lessons with my pupils. Now that I don’t have to teach them anymore, I miss my Sec 3s and Sec 1s terribly. Bah.

I haven’t finished marking my 80 scripts. Blah.

I had the shittiest migraine last Friday but still managed to have fantastic Thai food for dinner.

We watched Stella and her man tie the knot in the prettiest Catholic church I’ve ever seen (and the second most amusing wedding sermon I’ve ever heard).

We sated our mahjong craving but it wasn’t enough, so we’ll be pulling out the tiles again on Labor Day.

Puppy finished his reservist and we spent a happy Monday afternoon together. (Weirdo :D)

And I want more of that bacon bak kwa, if you please.

I loves me puppy :)

Yes, and me kitty too!

I made tomato salsa noodles for lunch - I mixed in a nice tablespoonful of orange jam into the sauce for an interesting twist to the taste. Was pretty good :)

And now it’s rainy, and quiet; there’s nobody at home and I can’t bring myself to start marking. I feel like standing at my window with a huge sign saying: SAVE ME. SAVE ME PLEASE.

Tired and terribly lonely.

I miss you, baby.

Come home.

IM SITTEN ON MUH BUTT
EATIN MUH TOEZ

TOEZ R TASTEH
OM NOM NOM NOM

I pad quietly into my parents’ room. My sister doesn’t have to go to school this week on account of her drama performances this weekend (hearts and luck, baby girl, I’m sorry I can’t make it) so Dad didn’t have to wake up to drive her to school.

This morning, however, it was bucketing down with heavy, heavy rain (why can’t it rain like this on Saturday mornings so that the construction can’t go on and I can get a good sleep in??), and I couldn’t bear to drag myself out of bed, let alone into the rain and to school. So there I was standing next to my parents’ bed, putting on my most woebegone look (useless, though, in the pitch dark).

I tap Daddy’s knee gently. He sits up blearily. “Wuh? Huh? Hanna?”

My pitiful look becomes a bit affronted. “No. It’s ME. Can you send me to school? It’s raining.

He lies back down with a groan. “It’s my only day to sleep innnnnn,” he groans. “But it’s waining,” I moan sadly.

My mother rolls over. “I’ll send you. Let Daddy sleep.”

“Heehee yay!” I bounce and gambol out of the room in delight. Thankfully school is near home and it’ll be a scant 10 minute drive in the rain for Mommy, avoiding a 30 minute struggle on public transport for me. Thank God for loving mothers.

Later, in the car, as we near school, I tell Mommy: “Just drop me at the bus stop, don’t drive me into school. When it’s raining there’s always a long line because a lot of parents drop their kids off.”

She turns to look at me. “Yes, and I’m still a parent dropping my kid off at school, aren’t I?”

I laugh in chagrined amusement as I kiss her cheek, thank her, and get out of the car.