Amelia Earhart

Saturday, June 24, 2006

The L word

My ex called me up the other day, confessing he has been thinking about me, what we have been through and all that jazz.

I thought I would feel something, you know, the welling up of emotions. I mean this is a long time coming and it's, well, good to know that you're being thought of fondly.

But I'm surprised I feel nothing. I don't know if this nothingness is a numbness or jadedness. The fact is, I don't feel anything.

I know for sure I'm not a cold-hearted person. Does this then mean I was never in love in the first place?

But you know, I did feel something for this man, which I had associated with love. Perhaps after all the things that have transposed between us, I felt betrayed - and good riddance.

But if you truly love someone, aren't you supposed to love him no matter what?

In restrospect, I realise I was perhaps in love with the notion of being in love. Our courtship was swift and the next thing we knew, we were talking about spending the rest of our lives together. But six months into the courtship, a voice within told me he was not the sort of man I originally set out to be in love with. Yet, I stuck it out for another year, which is partly due to my doggedness in 'working things out'.

Some people have hinted I'm choosy. But I just can't bring myself to settle down with someone for the sake of it. A relationship is supposed to enhance your life, not diminish it. If the latter's the case, well then I think I'm better off alone, thank you very much.

My ideal soulmate is a man, who displays lots of empathy towards me (not to be confused with sympathy). If he empathises with me, he'll take good care of my heart. I imagine us growing old and happy, knowing that even when I'm shrivelled at 60 and a sweet, exciting young thing comes his way, he'll say, "I'm sorry but my heart's already taken".

Does this sound too much like a grandeur idea of romance?

I need to be rescued.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

What luck has got to do with it


Last night, I watched a film called Match Point. For those who haven't seen it, it's about a middle-class tennis player (Jonathan Rhys Meyer) made good by marrying rich. He then shot his lover (Scarlett Johansson) and got away with it. His opening narration was: some people just get lucky.

To me, luck had always been a matter of perspective. But this lucky, or rather unlucky, predicament seems to have caught up with my old pals, whom I met up with earlier today.

C was involved in a gas accident last year. She unknowingly lit up a cigarette in the kitchen, where the gas stove had been left on. As a result, she received burns on her hands, legs and part of her face. She needed skin graft, eight operations, two months in bed, and physiotherapy to re-learn things normal, abled people take for granted everyday, like walking and feeding herself.

T is in deep financial trouble. Her dad died, leaving her straddled with a pile of hospital bills. Shortly after that, her mum suffered a stroke and needed treatment. Her brother moved out of the house, leaving her to clean up the mess all by herself. A few days ago, she was served a lawyer's letter for getting into an accident last year, while driving an uninsured car belonging to her late dad, of which she had no idea about. That's on top of her thryoid medication, tuition loan and monthly bills. She makes okay money as a marketing manager, and because of that, she doesn't qualify for any social assistance scheme. She's contemplating the possibility of having herself declared as a bankrupt.

They are two of the sweetest girls I've ever known in my life, and seeing them suffer hell on earth just seems all so unfair. On the other hand, some girls, whose dishonourable character I can vouch for, seem to be having all the fun.

Do some people have more luck than others?

I'm loathed to just even think about it.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Making a list

Inspired by todolistblog.blogspot.com, I thought I'd do up a list myself.

10 Things I Love About Young Children

1) They make you feel as though you are the most interesting person alive, when you're just humming tunes and making up lyrics as you go (hmm, does that put me in the same league as Barney?).

2) You just can't stay mad at them. Even after you tell them off, all's soon forgotten and they come running after you and smother you with hugs and kisses.

3) They stop crying the moment you pick them up and hold them close to you (and cry the moment you put them down).

4) They say no to everything you try to get them to do, but when you leave them alone and go about your business, they do exactly the things you want them to do.

5) They get excited at simple things, going aahs over a tiny stray spider (and don't touch it because you tell them it would hurt the animal).

6) They take your hands and proudly show you their work.

7)They run to their mummies and daddies, as though they have been missing their parents all their life when it's only been a day since they were apart (but when they are in school, you're the world to them).

8) They imitate the way you talk, the way you tell a story and even how you stand or move.

9) They crack you up with their silly antics, like jabbing their finger down your cleavage.

10) And they just look oh-so-adorable!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

A moment of elation...

When I asked people if they are happy, most of them had given me a puzzled look and had said something like "I guess I'm happy" and "There's nothing to complain about". Or they had gone on to say, I would be happy if I've this or that.

It's curious how some people think they will find happiness in the distant future and not the here and now. Perhaps it's human nature to be never truly satisfied and perhaps it's an acquired behaviour to be happy.

Earlier in the week, I had a moment of elation. It was on a cooling, quiet afternoon, when the children were sleeping soundly lulled by the pitter patter of the rain outside the window. And then I realised, yes this is where I want to be, should be, this moment, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, or do anything else, except to watch the peacefully asleep children and listen to the soothing sound of the rain.

It was as simple as that.

It's not that I wasn't happy before that. I was, I am, and I know I will be. I'm one of those people, who find it difficult to feel down for more than a few days, no matter how tough the going is. Perhaps it's also because I'm an optimist. I don't know if I were born one, but what I do know is that I constantly remind myself to pause and appreciate things around me every now and then, those little things that make me a happy soul. I think it's important to do that. Sadly, many people fail to see that.

Now I'm going to start gushing about all the children I've been working with for five good days. Each and every child has his or her own character, which is perhaps why I found it a cinch to remember their names by the second day and surprised some of the teachers at the childcare centre I'm attached to.

My favourite girl is A. She's two months shy of two years old. She's an easygoing girl and God, how I wish I had a child like that. Initially, you would think she's a quiet child, but she's actually a keen observer. She pays attention during story time and music & movement, but never participates or do the actions. But when you get a conversation going with her, you'd be amazed at how much she has actually retained. So far, she's the only child, who knows and refers to me by my name.

Some of her droolworthy moments: during meal times, when she's tucking in to a bowl of noodles, she would declare "It's hot" and point her spoon at me to blow and cool it down. After which, she would declare, "It's not hot anymore". Mind you, she said it perfect sentences. After her meal, she would declare, "Yummy, yummy, my tummy". Gosh, isn't she such a doll!

Then there's G, who's equally adorable. He's like a bundle of energy and there's no keeping him down. He never does what he's supposed to. In fact, he does exactly the opposite. During lesson or meal times, he would be running around the room. We try as much as possible to get him to pick up some social skills, which requires him to sit down and take part in the lessons along with his other classmates. He has been a handful, and sometimes, he would throw tantrums by whining or lying on the floor. But he's actually very smart and understands instructions, like put your toys or water bottle away.

It takes a lot of physical energy to work with children. When I came home one day, my mum said, "Your shoulders are slouching but your face is beaming." That pretty much sums up my experience. It has been mentally and emotionally rewarding. I haven't felt an ounce of stress in the past week and there wasn't a single time when my patience needed to be "tested", even though some of the children had thrown diva-esque tantrums or tried to poke their little fingers into nooks and crannies.

That's because, I recognise that children are learning about the world and are developing their social, intellectual, emotional and physical skills.

If you ever see a parent get exasperated over his or her child, do let him or her know this. After all, we must remind ourselves we were all children once.

PS: List five things that make you happy.