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what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun. when it rises dripping from the sea when it falls like honey on the trees when it swallows up clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
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3 days before hari raya and my ma goes like this: "clean! clean! cook! cook! wash! wash! scrub! scrub!" or "why is your room not clean?" "didn't i just clean this yesterday?" "close the windows! i don't want the neighbours to see and copy our paint colour!" "how many times must i call you?" "help me throw out the trash, mop the floor, sweep the floor, wipe the windows, wipe the cabinets, change all the bedsheets in the house, help me cook for your grandma, hang out the clothes..." AND my all time favourite: "puasa puasa pun buat mak kau marah, kau nak aku mampus? nanti takde hari raya baru kau tau." sigh. -all this before i get to shower in the morning. and it goes on. and on. and on. up til hari raya day itself. the cookies are a perk though. in the midst of the chaos and screaming and hot oil and baking, i have been lazy. yes. shudders of all shudders. lazy. for the past 3 days, at night, i can't keep myself awake to mug. or rather, i don't want to. thus. LAZY. it's horrid. but i can't fight my own body can i? well. we'll see how this goes. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright And nothing seems to change, and it all will stay the same. Oh, don't you hesitate. -why must i need to trap myself in an illusion that i might never be able to conceal? so tell me why must i when you don't have much to give anyway? |
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