Counting down

22 days ♥

till the feeling of home is back

Ideal Saturday Morning.

On the way back in the car, my netball team mate who called shotgun asked my another team mate who was driving, "What is your ideal Saturday morning?" She described it along the lines of:  Waking up, knowing that there is no pressure in doing any work, or even knowing that there isn't any work to clear for today. Having breakfast in bed, served by the person you love. And maybe after breakfast, taking a stroll along the beach (St Andrews' beach is said to be one of their best attraction). Then she asked the rest of us in the car, everyone agreed and said their ideal Saturday morning was along that line too.

I sat in the back seat of the car, and started wondering what is my ideal Saturday morning.

My ideal Saturday morning, is waking up at like crazily early timing for me, that I have to drag myself out of bed to get up. Or rather, some other people dragging me out of bed. Or when that particular someone shouts and it is like a signal to my body to immediately get up, or I will get into trouble. That's how I would like to wake up to on my ideal Saturday morning.

Brushing my teeth, doing my hair and using the toilet. Having to queue for the sink, the mirror, the toilet bowl, the comb/brush, the toothpaste (colgate) as I do all these simple daily routine things every morning. Weird isn't it? Having to queue up to even do the simplest things ever. But that's how I would like to get ready for my ideal Saturday morning.

Walking down that flight of stairs to see newspapers in people's hands and the television turned on. But this position doesn't last long, because I am usually the signal to keep the newspaper, turn off the lights, television and fan and head to the main door. Cupboards that stores shoes starts opening and closing with a slam, shoes are thrown on the floor with a little dog being afraid of the sound produced when the shoes touches the ground. Automatically, everyone moves into the car, as though there was some sort of seating arrangement. It was like the "silent rule". This was the "silent seating positions". Off we go, a start to my ideal Saturday morning.

Arrived at some coffee shop, that is simply walking distance from the house, but sure why not drive? Then one whole load of ordering system goes - "Carrot cake. Black or white? Add egg." "Roasted chicken rice. Add roasted pork." "Hokkien mee." And this is my favourite line on a Saturday morning, "Four iced milo, one coffee black and one can of coke (in Chinese/dialect/singlish)." When everything is placed on the table, food starts being transferred and shared around, and eaten, till everyone is well-fed.

With tummies filled, going home was the next thing. Everyone disperse into their individual rooms, but to only start preparing, for the errands that were discussed, probably days or weeks ago. I like errands that requires me to dress up. Dressing up was the fun part, taking ages to decide which clothes to wear, or what matches what. And off we go again, with the car before the afternoon and energy gotten from my wonderful morning breakfast starts to kick in.

This is my ideal Saturday morning. To be back home, leading my life with my family.

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here for the next four years in this town.

Why can't you go here? It sounds almost exactly the same. :/

Honestly, it's horrible how we're apart. Plus the fact that I don't have an iphone YET, it is so hard to skype or talk to you. It's not that we don't put in the effort to, it's just that we have commitments that are important too. Going shopping on Saturday, was probably the weirdest feeling ever. There was no "Ew desi, that's so aunty." or "That's so you, desi." or "Come on dulcy, desi's taste is weird." from you.

What sucks even more is that I am in a netball team that doesn't have both my sisters at all. It is my first time playing without having our secret ultimate defending skills together. It is my first time playing without you guys giving me death stares on court, but smiling faces outside. It is my first time playing without you guys shouting out my name, and feeling you want to kill me for doing that wrong mistake.

Netball was our thing. Our thing that we enjoyed for the past 10 years of our lives. It is so hard to appreciate it right now.

I wish all of you guys were here. It really makes the whole of us. It brings out the best in us. It doesn't make us feel like there's a damn hole that can't be mended till you're here. I miss random times where you guys just come snuggling into my bed, and somehow we all just fall asleep on one bed, fighting for space.

Maybe I haven't thought this through enough, that maybe I just can't live without you guys. I want us. Not just one person, the whole package. The whole package.

When they say three is a crowd. I say that a crowd of three of us is pretty much damn right awesome.

Lights will guide you home

So near yet so far.
This week is reading week but we still have classes. Today is super super cold with fog and I was wearing the thinnest leggings I've got. Smart move? We just got our reading week's timetable yesterday and we found out that we had Friday off and I end school at 3pm on Thursday! I was really prepared to fly to dublin to find the missing triplet, but the air tickets are really expensive! :(

Oh well! We will leave it till next year when we finished our exams! :):) Or maybe she can come down! Hehehe :D:D Anyway, SKYPE SCREENSHOTS :D Sorry, I know, I don't have quality posts. I can't wait for December to come because we have booked our flights/trains down to London to spend White Christmas together :):) Love you girls.

Love ya bitch face :D

White Christmas it shall be.

2nd November 2011, 10am

I woke up to my mum's skype call telling me to read her facebook status. "Dad's original plan to get-together in London/St Andrews in December for Xmas/New Year changed. You all can get your respective return tickets there to COME HOME during your winter break! Coordinate the return dates and let me know. :)" I can never be any happier this morning. Instead I was overly excited and was making plans of what to eat and who to meet when I'm back. My parents were so nice of letting us go back home for the 2 weeks Christmas break because they felt we were too homesick. I can never ask for any better parents.

2nd November 2011, 2pm

As the time ticks by, our heads were clearing up. We are seeing the situation more clearly. More contemplations, more questions on whether it is actually worth it to go back home. 4 children, costing approximately 12k SGD, just to go back for 2 weeks. In addition, exams are right after Christmas break. Four of us decided to break away from the group conversation and reflect on ourselves and come back after dinner to give a firm answer..

2nd November 2011, 10.35pm

We just hung up on a group conversation over Skype with my mum and my siblings. And our decision is to save that 12k SGD and not go home. No matter how homesick we are, we are out here, in a new environment because we want to. And it is because we want to, we'll face it and pull this tide over ourselves. My mum was crying over Skype and I could hear my heart breaking. But pulling a strong front, we all smiled and shouted "I love you mummy".

This represents the 3 of us and my brother. :) Hang in there everyone.

It has been an emotional turmoil today for everyone. Nevertheless, I love you all so much. I miss you guys so much. Time will pass quickly and we'll all be what we want, and soon, we'll be back home hugging each other again. Guys, hang in there. ♥