To My Neighbours

the tiny sliver

of patchworked

midnight

hugged closely the

contours of dawn

in the few moments

between today and tomorrow;

yesterday and today.

when light filters in

so weakly like

a dying lamp

and the sky is

a blurry grey;

when shadows melt

into each other

coalescing into a

shapeless figure of the

here-and-now,

i am unafraid,

and so you will hear

those familiar pattering

footsteps pass all

your closed doors.

11 days

Did my second last solitary long run this morning. It was so nice. The street lights lit up for me, one by one, majestically - lighting the pre-dawn darkness. My feet traversed familiar roads, turned well known corners. I knew as I passed each drooping tree that this was my way of saying goodbye; by sharing this morning with them, by being part of Nature itself. And I know that in the future, no matter where my legs take me, only this place can I truly call Home. For it is home indeed. Irreplaceable. Distinct from all other places. I am capturing snapshots, fleeting glimpses of these people and places I love: the intermittent swaying of the palm tree outside my neighbour's house on a windy day. My fat cat lying stretched out on the pavement. The naked statue in the huge Japanese house. The distant specks of fishermen's boats along the curve of Gurney Drive. Someone's laugh, caught midway. A pat on the back. A friend tucking my hair behind my ear. Twinkling eyes. A gorgeous smile. Bike number 3! All these small things. I am bound, not by obligation, but by memory.

Bloody Insects

I hate insects. Bloody insects. Dah la everytime I run the stupid wriggly caterpillars hanging from the trees on their stupid transparent string made from saliva or whatever keep landing on me and making me jump in fright and scream in horror and upset the rhythm/pace/breathing. And then if I decide to use my mouth and nose to breathe for more oxygen, blady small black flying things always fly into my damn mouth. I don't want to eat you lah stupid even though you are high in protein and contain 11 vitamins. Then just now I was taking a nice nap on my nice bed and suddenly was woken up by intense pain on my damn leg and to my bewilderment my hand was on my leg and I felt something squirming and I looked and there was a blady fat millipede or centipede the stupid red one with millions of legs on my poor leg which I have only two of and it was freaking biting me. ON MY OWN BED! THE BLADY NERVE OF IT! And I was so nice and didn't even kill it! I took it out nicely on a piece of paper and then I flung it far and wide into the garden with my strong muscular arms. I hope it died from the blady fall. Stupid blady milli-centipede. Then I went and sprayed my room with insect repellent until I almost suffocated.

Bai

My Idol

Swift, strong and elusive

Meet: The great Pronghorn antelope that can run up to speeds of 96 km/h, and sustain this over long distances and across rough terrains. When running, they get lower and lower to the ground - stretching as far as they can with each step. Pronghorn antelopes always keep their mouths open when they run, saving energy by curtailing the resistance of expelled air.

Run like an animal.

Random

I need more words in my blog.

3 weeks..

I have planned and packed nothing.

In fact I keep buying more things (completely unnecessary).

Like yesterday I went and bought 9 pieces of wrapping paper.

For those of you who don't already know, I am a collector of wrapping paper.

Yep, complete waste of money.

And then I went and bought a faded purple high-waist skirt from MNG which I will never wear (except maybe to parade around my room with, and which Sarah B can attempt to stuff herself into :P)

O ya she gave me a Marc Jacobs bag yesterday tee hee!

Eh pleaseeee go listen to all things Bob Sinclair.. Absolutely wonderful house music. iLove!

And I also love Lily Allen now thanks to Jas.

Two completely different genres of music :P

I missed my morning runnnnnnnnnnn and the weather looks so good today.. Useless I am. Going for RPM in about 20 minutes.

Oh oh Nadal playing today at 4 p.m. :) Channel 813 people!

Ok anyway I should go continue reading my story book because I have 17 unread books left which I cannot lug with me to Melbourne. Unnecessary weight.

BAI

P.S: My mum is going to go complain to JPA because:

(a) There are some JPA scholars going to Monash Uni for medicine.

(b) They only allowed me to choose between Melb Uni, Sydney Uni, or ANU to do medicine even though I got into UNSW and UWA as well

(c) Those three unis are all graduate entry for medicine

(d) Therefore I must do a double degree

(e) Therefore I will have to spend another 2 extra years in uni

(f) Therefore my bond is longer

I mean I am already being pinalised by having to obtain two degrees and then I have to go through all the nonsense of reapplying for a Medicine scholarship because it's a double degree program.. And you know at first they wouldn't give me a scholarship because they said "it's graduate entry, our country doesn't recognise it" but then how do you expect me to do medicine if you only allow me to apply to unis with graduate entry requirements and then you say "we don't accept double degree programs"? So my mum had to go meet this person and that person and make a big fuss so finally they approved the double degree thing so I got my scholarship, but still it's only for Biomedicine, and that is not enough. And then here there are people going to Monash or whatever for undergraduate medicine without having to go through all that fuss. Pfffft.

Run Like an Animal

For Mum

Happy birthday to the most gorgeous woman in the world.. I love her so, so much. I was planning to give her my book "Letters to my Mother" (compilation of daily letters to her) but then decided to save it for our last day together in Melbourne. So I baked her apple crumble instead. She is wonderful in every conceivable way and is so very patient with all my nonsense, always forgives me, and loves me unconditionally.