
carmieeleetah
- December 15th, 2009
Being home along much these few days, have meant that i've been trying out new experiences all the time.
I've never had to return to an empty house until this year. and even then, there was school, exams and assignments and stuff to distract me. it's not wonder that now that exams are over, i've been packing my schedules with outings, meet ups, drinks, all in an honest attempt to distract myself and run away. from what? i'm not sure myself. loneliness? hurt? pain?
so irony of ironies, i find myself home after a night of drinking too much, nursing a headache that pounds at the back of my head. and i start to do some honest, straight-up soul searching.
as i play christmas carols on my laptop, i start tearing without knowing the reason why. and before i know it, streams started to form and flow down my face, my body racked with silent sobs. Christmas seems different, quieter, lonelier. the holiday that usually means family, love, laughter has become one that is bittersweet. i spent my last Christmas on exchange, in holland with Amy, Jan and Jodi, away from home. and that was the last xmas where grandma was around. to remember what xmas was with ahma, i have to think back 2 years, and somehow, the time seems to have made the memory rather blurry. all of a sudden, i'm acutely aware of how my cousins who spend so many holidays away from home feels.
i did some mental calculation, and its been more than 6 years since jo korkor passed away. and there are times that i still miss her so so much. going on a nature walk yesterday, i was able to spot animals, name plants and was prepared with everything i needed, cause i was so used to exploring nature areas with korkor when i was younger. reservoirs, monkeys, sungei buloh, rainy days, quarry trips, hydroponic farms. so just for fun, i decided to google her name. and on the facebook page for st joseph's convent, i read how so many of her past students remember her. and through their comments and post, i'm reminded of how her students used to come over for meetings and gatherings, how she used to take me along to school where i will practice shooting shots into the netball net, where i will peer nosily into the two-way mirror to see what mrs chan was doing, where i will see sporty cindy who i will always remember as the teacher that wears the harness. i couldnt keep the tears back, or deny the fact that there is a place that still hurts in my heart.
now with ahma, i wonder how long the healing process will take. how long i'll continue to miss her for. how i'll tell my kids stories about their grandaunt and great-grandmother. perhaps, the paper cuts are meant to serve as proof that these people existed and are important to me. perhaps the paper cuts will never go away.