touch down

We need a cat

No, we don’t. we have enough on our plate as it is.

But mum, okay.we’re like a married couple right…

Silence

So, just like married couples find that they think twice about getting a divorce cos of their kids, we’d do the same if we had a cat!

But we’re not getting a divorce , Farah. (irritated)

Yeah but I’m just saying. It might be good for you and I. There isn’t enough love man. WE need more LOVE in our home. C’mon. Ill take care of it. Please?

Stop pestering me Farah. I said NO.

But muuuuumm Im LONELY. I want a cat to keep me company.

Silence

Fine. Be that way. I wont get a cat. I’ll get a boyfriend instead.

Good. Let me know when you do.

Tsk. But MUM. Its .. its.. its easier to get a cat than a boyfriend.



And theyre so much easier to handle and feed.



Ohmygod. I’m a spinster in the making.



I want a cat and not a man.And, and , and I’m looking for love in a CAT



OHMYGAWD MUM. IM A SPINSTER. MUM! MUM!



WHY ARENT YOU ANSWERING ME!



Tsk. You see. THIS is why



we need a cat.



Mum?

ressurection

How do you ressurect a blog that has been so dead you feel the posts were written by an entirely different person?

You can't just blow the dust off of it, pen down a new date, rip out discoloured pages and start anew.

Or can you?

Perhaps i could mutter incantations and do a naked moondance ritual when night falls and then use my magic marker to draw a new page, a new design and a new blog for my new life.

Yes.

Now, that sounds like a plan.

You

You and your unfamiliar ways,
making waves,
burning days,
and paving ways.
Away.

It hurts to remember who you were,
what we were
when all that remains is a frayed
thread of what once was.

You say you dont know who i am anymore and all you see are glimpses of a person you knew before.
Let me tell you it hurts too much for me to even think about the person you were because it reminds me yet again of what you are now.

coined in the shower

Tossed sheets,

coffee stains

and hurriedly drawn curtains

that whisper last night's

secrets to passerbyes.

-

Cigarette ash secrets that

carelessly fluttered

away from our crashing, twisting limbs

and perused the contoures

of

your

flesh

on

my

flesh.

-

Secrets that spied

in crevices

we

dented

(un)dented

(in)dented

and

(re)dented

as

we reinvented karma - oh karma

fucking

sutra.

-

Sectrets precariously

perched peeked

as we peeled,

pressed,

pushed,

pumped

and

pleaded.

Pleased.

parched

Haiku for tchu

I cannot mark this

cannot cannot cannot mark

this without coffee.

Amidst marking, freeeeezing my tukhesh underneath the aircon vent,

spilling teh tarik all over my work desk,

sitting in for lessons,

and surfing the net

while listening to beyonce, britney and lady gaga

there is a growing burning in

my gut.

It could just be the sudden enslaught of gastric.

In fact, that probably is what it is.

I.

Hate.

This.

Anticipation.

This.

Incapacity.

This.

Incipidity.

Incipidaciousness?

I.

Hate.

Shit.

I.

Have.

A.

Class.

To.

Teach.

Now.

Mr suave

Words don't drip drip drip

for my heart that goes dup dup dup

when my phone goes beep beep beep

as your heels go click click click

cubicle

Im driving myself crazy in this cubicle.

Today, i woke up feeling fantastically, ridiculously happy. So i decided i'll challenge myelf - to stay this happy till 3 pm when i stop work. double double periods. *shivers*

I'll get through it. Itll just take a lot more patience and caffeine than i expected.

Meanwhile, the prospect of doing this for the next 4 months isnt very encouraging. Im driving myself crazy. Wonder how my students are actually coping with me. Lord knows i dont want to know.

My appologies for a very uninspired post. Just the fruit of my boredom and claustrophobia really. There is only so much facebooking you can do in one day. And refreshing my hotmail inbox has proven itself even more of a pain.

Conundrum: Analyze this or New York New york - i brought the two movies to work. Not because im a horrible worker who is skiving but because my timetable is plain ridiculous. There are days where i have only two lessons. but theyre 6 painful hours apart. Im talking major psychological damage. My braincells are being obliterated like the remnants of hope that i have of actually triumphing today. Hence the need for entertainment. Sigh.


All this complaining is not helping.


Moving on to brighter things. Drama :) We're working on two peices. One is a play written by Alfian Saat and another is a device piece that we're still working on adapted from Kwan loh's Fast cars and fancy women. Sexcitement much.

Oh and a wonderful colleague introduced me to the website brokenpicturetelephone.com
.I recommend it to anyone without a life. Join it. Im having soo much fun.

Akbar's farewell thingy lastnight. I cant beleive he is leaving already :(

Its amazing how close we all got over sucha short period of time. Goes to show that if you really invest time and effort, friendships can blossom so wonderfully fast. Makes me feel guilty for not caring more for friendships that really mean the world to me.


Anyway, i should probably start planning next next week's lessons. See ya when i do pussycats :)

Much love,

farah