My Twilight Years Abound

I finally managed to force myself to watch 'Twilight'.

For the entire duration of the movie, only two thoughts recurred to me. The first was that this was just another teenage-vampire-love story. The second was that the reason I can't relate to the media frenzy that it's caused may be strongly related to my distance from my high school days. I feel so old.

Some Thoughts That Came at Once

Feels like the a story

you might write for yourself

Minus the dramatic mumbo jumbo
It's where love, the true kind, comes in silence
that looks like an old friend
None of that love-at-first-sight crap
sweep-you-off-your-feet nonsense
the kind that comes along
lace through your fingers
take you for a walk
long enough for you to realize that
this is what you've been holding
your breath for
and closed your eyes
in knowing anticipation
it's natural like finding an old self
so familiar it's almost taken for granted of
until you realize that it is
what you see, feel and breath with
like the step that comes before this
and must come after
no dramatic climax
absent are the tragic endings
the happily-ever-afters
just that resounding satisfaction
of having touched it
that it is yours
just that once.

Eid Mubarak

I saw the Lake House. Profound. That's it, I'm giving up reading reviews.

The two 'gembala kerbau' chirped at my window at precisely 7.30am today. They usually save me from oversleeping but today I turned around and gave them a grin thinking, "Ha!I beat you guys today!"

I'm rereading Beloved and I'm still spellbound by the language. Guess I found my in-flight literature. That, the load of mp3s and in-flight movies should keep me occupied for the next 24 hours in the air. I hope.

I was tempted to get something new for raya. Of course, I changed my mind the moment I saw the throngs of people flooding the Kompleks PKNS hungry for baju raya, kuih raya, everything-raya. Imagine squeezing between clothing racks standing shoulder-to-shoulder and sales girls and other customers trying to pass through dragging hoards of meandering offsprings. How anyone is expected to make wise purchasing decisions is wonder to me. I hate raya shopping. Happens every year.

The last time I spoke to Hakim on the phone his voice sounded different. I hope he hasn't made the transition into manhood yet. I'd like to enjoy my little Kimi for a bit more before that happens.

I'm praying to God (seriously, not literally, not metaphorically) that all my luggage go through customes smoothly. The way my mom ordered food from home made it seem like they were starving over there in Toronto. Turns out they really are Baba's and Alagappa-dependant after all.

Eid Mubarak to all (yes, yes, all two of you reading this). And to further reinstate an overused but still meaningful phrase, I have to say....Maaf zahir dan batin. :D