It is so difficult to start on a blog post in the middle of a clogged-up schedule. On one hand, dad is yelling “Finish off your blog post now! Need your help around the house!” just as I sit down to start on my blog post, and on the other hand, mom is calling “Come down for tea!” and I rush off, after switching off the table lamp I had just turned on seconds ago, with only half a paragraph completed and the standing fan’s blades still slowing down its spinning behind me. The fan is rusty, but so am I.
Earlier this Saturday morning, dad and I had gone out to a mall to do some grocery shopping. Mom and younger brother Darryl had left for my former secondary school for a PIBG meeting and Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang (Academic Award Ceremony) for students who did well in PT3 last year. Dad and I got some Good Morning towels from Aeon, a gas lighter for the kitchen stove from Mr DIY, and a carton of XL sized oranges, some canned soft drinks and 5 packets of peanuts at the supermarket. We pushed the trolleys down to the carpark and dumped everything in the car boot. “I’m hungry,” declared dad, and we went to Subway. “Think,” ordered dad, and we sat in silence, planning logistics for the near future, as we munched on tuna sandwiches.
“Hmm,” said dad, when we had sek bao (‘eaten until full’ in Cantonese). “I want my curry puffs today. Go get them.” We laughed, recalling how we didn’t manage to buy puffs with curry potato filings yesterday, until Darryl had to get kaya puffs. It was terribly bland, and we were not used to eating the exact same crunchy puffs, but with kaya inside instead. I went to the small stall and bought three curry puffs for tea.
It has been a very busy week, what with Chinese New Year approaching, and not having to go to school in January for the first time in twelve years. It’s peculiar, helping out more around the house this year while my brother continues his studies in form 4. On Wednesday, I had cleared my study table and wiped it clean; on Thursday, I had helped my father touch up some black portions of the ceilings all over the house with white paint. I regret not taking any photos of that, as I had stood in the most precarious positions possible. When painting the ceiling above our piano, I had one leg on the third rung of a ladder, the other leg on a thin banister railing; when painting the ceiling half concealed by the kitchen cabinets, I stood with half my feet dangling off the edge of the kitchen counter, accidentally burning my knees on the still-heated microwave handle; and I had to stop myself from pulling away quickly, or I would fall off the counter. I was sweating all over, and white paint was strewn across my shirt. The above photo of me standing on my study table and wiping the thick layer of dust is, honestly, a relatively relaxing moment.
My brother brought home a trophy for his excellent PT3 results today. He had obtained straight As (9As). The trophy was a brilliant blue, with a gold head and a pastel rainbow coloured background behind the CHS emblem. “Wow,” I praised. “It wasn’t that pretty for my year.”
This year, we had done our Chinese New Year shopping for new clothes a bit differently, separately for my brother and I. This is because this year, due to my brother being busy with the co-curricular responsibilities he took on, and my only two off days for my temporary full-time job, we could not easily do shopping together. We did manage to go to Pavilion together, though. The decorations are really pretty there!
Finally, we had Mcdonalds for dinner today. It was my first time having the Prosperity burger. The Prosperity burger has lots of pepper in it, so the spice of the Prosperity burger, mixed with the sweet McFlurry ice cream was simply perfect.
It will be the eve already, this Friday, and we are all anticipating our typical schedule every new year’s eve, which will be covered in the next post! Stay tuned!
PIBG: Persatuan Ibu-Bapa Dan Guru (Parent-Teacher Association)