swirling in thoughts
okay. okay? okay.
i feel like a rock thats been rolling and rolling and gaining momentum and heating up down and down and down a long slope for goodness-knows-how-long and then in a split second the slope gives way to a cliff. and then its just there. suspended.
so. after mugging like crazy for weeks on end now we are all suddenly free. and just left hanging there. just like adjusting into muggerism, we now have to adjust into freedom.
like how weird is that?!
well, anyway, we shouldnt complain right. its the better half.
its really been great here at SC. all the famili-ness, the warmth, its really one of a kind. and of course, all the friendship. i can't imagine i almost didnt want to go to SC when i was posted to another school. i can't bear to think what i would have missed.
but anw, that's not what i want to talk about now.
its been massively shocking, for every SC gurl, i presume, to find out about the meepok uncle's passing on. first the mind goes blank, then the disbelief, then the indignant demand to know if the news was even reliable. after the confirmation sinks in, one usually thought of just the other day when the uncle was plopping meepok into the bowl, adding the charsiew and fishballs, and dunking the lot into boiling soup.
so, just like that, he was gone.
the meepok uncle, as we have fondly acknowledged to sell delicious meepok every SC gurl has to try, has left ur SC life. the uncle who has served SC for 60 years, some say. the uncle whose culinary skills drew snaking queues from the lucky ones who were dismissed 5 minutes early to recess. the uncle who rarely smiled, much less laughed, but whom you know you will miss for one reason or another.
it has come to a point we probably realise that we have been taking the uncle for granted all these years. who could ever even think that uncle would leave? its somehow been etched into our SC minds that uncle will always be there, surely. be at stall 1 preparing bowl after bowl of meepok, and then some.
it has never even once flashed across our heads that it is impossible for anyone to be around forever. no one thought of such things. in this way we are all procastinaters. we always think that things always happen later. not now, just later. no excuses, no specific reasons. when we all know its because we simply dont want to face them now. why now, of all times, when there's always later?
so when uncle took a step early away from us, we are left paralysed. why? cos we didnt even expect it. we all thought he would always be there faithfully serving us meepok. we thought we could always have a bowl anytime we wanted, as long as we could afford the $1 and the queue.
i guess things always happen this way. it is only when something happens, then the should-haves pour in. i should have agreed to that cup of coffee that thursday. i should have called her last week. i should have said hello that time at the mall. i should have told him this. i should have done that.
its all the same. its around this time i realise i should have smiled at him when i bought meepok that day. or that really i didnt need the $1 change he forgot to give. or somebody realises that she should have cleared her own mess after eating so that the uncle didnt have to waddle around the canteen picking up empty bowls to wash.
it boils down to the same thing: that simply, we have to treasure all that we have now. its a simple, no-fuss resolution thats difficult to follow. that people tend to forget so easily; its so cliche. that people find even silly to acknowledge until they lose something, or someone. we are all desparately clinging on to the naive what-could-happen attitude hoping like children that life would be a fairy tale.
one is treasured usually not for what he has given, but for what he can no longer give.
the simple reason why artists cannot reap the most of their rewards.
to the meepok uncle: thank you for serving the best meepok anywhere in any school. you will be fervently missed. thank you for being a huge part of SCGS.
bong's boisterous bubblicious biology blabber
now we all know that exams have gotten into our heads and begun chewing with extreme gusto so that most of us are left to be, well, senile. so here's something to keep us (in)sane and well and alive and kicking for our exams.ps. whether you take it as a remedy for or as a result of an overly-stressed run-away mind, it is entirely up to you. now check this out while i go look for my brain. i mean my book.word-of-the-year:
pappus (persistant calyx to help the tridex in its dispersal of wind)
most-maligned-word-of-the-year:
deamination (not deANimation)
pun-of-the-year:
aqueous/vitreous humour (why they say your eyes can laugh)
oxymoron-of-the-year:
external intercostal muscles (to help adjust thoracic cavity for breathing)
tongue-twister-of-the-year:
drosophila melanogastername-of-the-year:
Malpighi (founder of the malpighian corpuscle, malpighian layer and many other structures)
compound-word-of-the-year:
ganglion (to attack your brain remembering words thus)
and finally, the quote-of-the-year:
" It is raining instructions out there; it's raining programs; it's raining tree-growing, fluff-spreading, algorithms." (richard dawkins)
funny is when you think it is. remember not to let such funnies slip by while mugging so hard - chill a little! let out a chuckle or two; you'll find mugging may not be such a dreary experience. :0)
fluff-spreading superseeds flying around? oh please.
