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Sunday Video 4

A live performance of Flume by Bon Iver is quite appropriate for this wet east coast Sunday afternoon, whilst debating (more like arguing) where to go for lunch, whether to change into day clothes or laze around in sleepwear. Also listening to horrid small town traffic congestion stories as a result of power cuts from people who had actually gone out to buy a sack of rice from dark, blacked-out supermarkets.

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Went to see Twilight yesterday with A, Y and Chala. More like an extended tv show than a movie with a sequel definitely in the works. Teensy, cheesy but enjoyable nevertheless if you’ve been holed up at home all week, waiting for torrents to complete downloading. Then someone shuts your macbook to save it from learing imaginary house-breakers and all you can expect to download is torrential rain.

Got loaded on wack herb before the movie yesterday. Disoriented after the show, holding a coke in one hand and the exit parking ticket in the other, walked to the mall parking lot which was a cacophony of blaring horns. A combination of crap layout, impatient people and a PC fair had caused a congestion and exit traffic was at a standtill. We got into the car, drove a few levels up to find another exit. Found it and found out that I’d lost the ticket. Went back to where we originally parked and found the ticket beside the coke balancing precariously on the ledge I had inadvertently placed them.

Wack fucking herb. Gimme some more, P.

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Y-less Connectivity

Y is leaving home today for a long study stint far away in a northern state.

After my shower this morning I went to the front hall and it was still bustling with activity. Chala just got back for a short break and he was shooting away at the games console accompanied by Y’s laughter. When I saw Y’s things; a huge assembly of luggage and boxes filled with away-from-home-student paraphernalia; it finally dawned on me that I’ve been thinking of her as a permanent fixture in our household. Her quarrels over tv channels with S, her obsession with Slam Dunk and Richard Ashcroft, her singing in the kitchen, her charging her iP*d on my computer.

I remember a night years ago when she was just a little baby. Abah and Mama were performing a religious pilgrimage and it was their first night away. We were left in the care of Nenek, God bless her soul. It was a terrible night for Y. She started crying at bedtime well into the night. Poor old Nenek was at her wit’s end. As dawn approached, I took her into my arms and brought her outside into the cool air of daybreak. I spoke to her and she rested her cheeks on my shouders and finally fell asleep.

The period between her finishing school and starting college has been long and comfortable enough to lull me into a false sense of her being around always. Now she’s leaving. In between long spells of absences she will periodically come home for breaks. I will miss her during these spates of Y-lessness.

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It’s OK Y, life’s like that.

Y, our youngest and only sister failed her written driving test for the second time today. She’s devastated. This happening at a particularly high point in her young life, she’d just left school, new job at a boutique. In fact this morning was supposed to be her third day at work.

The light on her face when we picked her up from work just the other night. Genuine satisfaction after a hard day’s work. How many of us hasn’t had that feeling in a long time?

She called in sick. Sulked in her room. But up laughing again watching Slam Dunk at six o’clock. I bet she’ll go to work tomorrow. Not that it matters.

The test didn’t matter neither la, Y. Remember when we went out driving infront of MPK the other day? The police car, the satria jerking in appreciation of your fine driving, the courting couples, a noisy Kak A as driving instructor? These matter.

So shine on.

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Counting Words

Do you know this song by The Verve called Sonnet? Well, right before the song fades to a finish there is this lovely refrain of a phrase. Y, my beautiful sister just told me about 10 minutes ago that there are 5 …by now’s and 8 oh by now’s in the song.

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