Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Days like these are so hard to come by. I want to remember everything: The boy, calling me to wake me up at 6am in the morning. I come alive the moment I hear his voice- so awfully corny, but unfortunately true. I trick myself into going back to sleep, but I know I won’t be able to do so. I get out of bed into the rising steam of the hot shower draping my body with layers and layers of water, and then rush around the house with wet hair sticking to my scalp. I make sure to move quietly though; I don’t want to wake anybody up. I grab my laptop and my books and what not and throw them into my bag.

So strange to see the sun rising with such ease outside, amidst dark indigo and dreamy purple and snowy pink clouds. I catch orange specks of the glorious sun emerging little by little, slowly taking its own sweet time to rise. I chuckle to myself as I watch the cars and motorcycles speed along the road, leaving smoky trails of dust in the air. Why are they in such a hurry? Silly people, just take a look at the sun, I think, and then start to sing to myself.

I stop immediately when I recall him remarking, “My girlfriend is a radio! I don’t need an iPod. I have the Shuffle, the Faith Shuffle!” And then he starts pressing his finger intently on my wrist.

“Do you know what I’m doing?” he asks.

“What?” I snap, pretending to be annoyed.

He grins, “I’m changing song!”

Asshole.

I want to remember how he keeps mumbling “Next time when we marry…” while we have breakfast, and how with way too much joy I cut in (with the full intention of pissing him off) and say, “What talking you? 'Marry'? Living in your own bubble is it?” And he sulks. And I pretend to polish the surface of the imaginary bubble his head is in and ask him, “Clearer not? Can you see better now?”

I want to remember how on his bed I carry a huge pillow in my arms and tell him, “This is to prevent you from snoring.”

And with mock horror on his face he asks me, “Are you going to smother me??! Just because I snore??”

I laugh hard, “Nooo! This is for you to put under your head!”

I read on the internet that when trying to get into a comfortable sleeping posture, place your head on something which makes it higher than the rest of your body. You breathe better, and you don’t snore as much.

It’s the simple things, like lazing around in bed for 15 hours straight, eating our first meal at 8am and our second meal at 6.30pm (notice that it’s a time lapse of more than 10 hours), watching How I Met Your Mother, that I adore most about us.

Love should be this simple, and easy, and carefree, day after day after day. Just you and I, doing what we do best- being regular nobodies in sloppy t-shirts and shorts and slippers, doing nothing much all day.

3 comments:

xiaocangshu said...

I remember in secondary school how some girls always seemed to be talking, and in my head I described this as a "radio that's turned on during the lesson and can't be turned off by you".

Anonymous said...

AHHH SO SWEET
-kai

Anonymous said...

awwww! but yes love should be that simple :)

-christine