Minutes before the day ends in my time zone, Merry Christmas everyone!🎄🎄🎄
Today, I am grateful for—
- Funny presents (the wrapped mango slices still win)
- This year, my dad told me with a straight face: “I’m no longer going to be Santa because you’re nineteen.” My parents pretended to be Santa for years in order to make me happy (till I was eighteen!) ❤ I’ll always be the girl who ardently believes in Santa but I guess I’ve finally grown up in their eyes. 😦
- Many many hours of sleep
- The yearly tradition of unwrapping a Moleskine planner for 2018 (here’s to better time management skills, as always)
- Singalongs on the way to lunch and back with my family, with light from the sultry Singapore sun streaming into the car and falling softly onto our crinkling eyes and pink faces
- Sending the same poorly photoshopped picture of my face on a chubby Santa’s body to random friends and receiving replies ranging from “STOP REUSING THE SAME PHOTO EVERY YEAR” (old friends) to “SO CUTE” (new friends)
- The geniuses who wrote Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” (Mariah Carey herself and Walter Afanasieff)
- God, who is always here for me, and on this day, his magic is everywhere. Thank you for loving me and bringing all these people into my life. I love you.
After more than twenty hours suspended in flight, starving (I can never eat airplane food because I get airsick) and groggy-eyed, a swift transit in Dubai, and four movies (I rewatched the Christmas classic Home Alone which is laugh-out-loud hilarious and so cute; Reese Witherspoon’s Home Again which cannot be salvaged by all the prettiness on the screen; the immensely satisfying Captain America: The First Avenger; and the 4-hour-long monster of a movie, Cleopatra, starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton which left me feeling wistfully disoriented on a dark plane), I finally land in Singapore at 8.30 am SGT. Stepping off the jetway and into the arrival lounge, I suddenly understand how much I want to be here—clean carpeted grounds doused in warm lighting, the staccato hum of Singlish with lahs freely tossed around, harried parents ushering skipping kids on December holiday family trips so much like a scene from my own childhood—and all the latent feelings of homecoming erupts. It’s like becoming aware of my own breathing.
在我心中，青春所有的感动都有一个最好的代言人：那就是五月天（Mayday）。去听一场他们的演唱会就好像是再次祭奠一次那似乎刚刚离我而去的懵懂时光。这是几万人一场的盛大缅怀。那种倾心的感动，可能是当阿信嘶喊 “至少在我的心中还有个尚未崩塌的地方” 时我那狂跳的心脏，也可能是当《干杯》接近尾声时我和十年的闺蜜相视一笑然后齐声激昂地高唱：“有一天 就是今天 今天就是有一天 说出一直没说 对你的感谢 和你再干一杯 再干一杯永远 喝了就能万岁 岁岁和年年！” 也许，如五月天所唱，青春是挽不回的水，转眼消失在指尖。但，我们依然年轻，依旧热血，无名却充满了莫名的渴望，等待着此生一次的发光。所以，坐在驶向远方的车，摇晃着脚丫，塞着耳机，哼着歌，继续谱写着我后青春的诗篇。一生一次，足矣。
Waking up naturally when sunlight is peeking through that slit between my curtains; the humongous life-sized Winnie the Pooh that meets my eyes at belly level when I face the right side of the bed; Natasha Bedingfield’s husky voice crooning “We got all the memories” from my vibrating phone at 10.05AM sharp; my mum’s hot ginseng honey lemon tea in a white Pooh Bear mug (anything can be skipped for breakfast except for this because my mum will resolutely not let me out of the house); my favorite Pokka green tea—bought religiously as a substitute for coffee from the Nanyang Primary drinks stall to the Nanyang Girls’ High vending machine to the Hwa Chong café—arranged neatly in packets of six in the pantry; the Kinokuniya main store at Ngee Ann City, renovated but still where I immediately feel at home (no other bookstore in the world makes me feel this way, probably because I spent hours there as a kid whenever my parents went shopping at Orchard Road); the chewy golden bubbles in the Koi green milk tea; my mum’s tomatoes with eggs; sitting crossed-leg on the sofa hugging a fluffy, pudgy Android soft toy while watching Chinese singing variety shows with my dad; rearranging my bookshelf by color; trekking along the Bukit Timah Rail Corridor with the exact person I was with five years ago; meeting up with friends and magically picking up at exactly where we left off; loving this city and its breaths, compressions, sinews, words, and you, you, you.
The longer I don’t write a post, the harder it is to try to process everything in words. It seems so much easier to upload an Instagram story peppered with emojis and geotags than to pause—and think, How do I want to remember this? What is this story of my life that is being written at this very moment? I have opened this WordPress page a number of times since coming back to Singapore and found life too fulfilling, too familiar, too vanilla, too disarming, too soft to be made sense of in words. This gentle gentle life.
Since arriving back at home on 16 December, it feels like I’ve fallen out of the orbit of one hemisphere to another, shedding one outer life and slipping into another. Yet, my inner life remains stretched across time zones, pulled between disparate tent poles—weirdly shaped and not fully-formed as of now. Everything shifts, nothing unfolds. I ought to be geographically removed from college enough to contemplate what 2017 has been like, but it’s like my mind refuses to think; Just feel and let it wash all over you, it says.
So I feel and let it bleed over the page.
Ho Ho Ho 🎅
10 thoughts on “As I Stand, I Feel”
Merry Christmas, Sel! I’ve been trying to find the photoshopped Christmas picture of you from last year hahaha~ It must be so nice to be home and with family in time for Christmas! PS the Natasha bedding field song gave me immediate flashbacks to rooming together in Sri Lanka and how many times it had to ring before you woke up!
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That song triggers everyone who has ever roomed with me/witnessed me trying to get up in the morning 😂 Happy New Year ❤ Wish you were here xx
Merry christmas! Its so nice that you are experiencing a rush of all these pleasant feelings after returning to homeground and the familiar 🙂 Staying overseas just makes you kinda numb after some time, don’t really know what to do and what to feel without the familiar to achor myself haish. Anyway cherish the precious time in Singapore before school starts! 🙂
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Homecoming is a wonderful feeling that creeps up on you — you don’t realize it all at once but then it has already surrounded you little by little ❤ Happy New Year kai kai — miss you ahhhhh
Christmas isn’t complete without me! merry Christmas beby<3
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you’re right HUGS Happy New Year!!! ❤
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Sel Sel! So glad that we manage to gel so well – it’s as if you’ve never left. You’re just as gorgeous, easygoing, hilarious as before, never forgetting that mighty pinch of healthy narcissism that settles comfortably into the crinkles of your smiling eyes. I really love the way you write, and I hope you’ll enjoy your remaining days in SG! 🧚♀️
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This is written so beautifully & in such a heartfelt way ❤ You literally love me for my flaws HAHA 🌹🌹🌹 I think one of the best reasons about coming back to Singapore is you — stay a beautiful, in-love fairy heehee and see you later 🧚♀️