Spilling the Juice

Here something that I haven’t done in ages…sleep for 10 hours. Unbelievable but true…I usually sleep late y’see and get up really early. It’s weird but I guess years of waking up really early to go to school has sorta put a permanent time or rather number of hours that I can sleep. Its usually about 5 or 6 hours, 7 hours max…eargh…those permanent eye shadow and eye bags…hehehe

Anyhow…yesterday I got knocked off…I slept at 9 p.m. and woke up at 5 a.m. only to sleep again at 6.30 a.m. and wake up at 7.00 a.m. in time for my daily exercise and house chores. But I guess this busy month explains it all…lack of sleep has got me so deprived that it drove me to shut down while I was watching some telly to catch up on my vegetative inner child. I’m not complaining though as the busyness or the buzzzziness has paid off…We (My kids and I) managed to win the Inforama competition for level 1. A big congrats to my kids as well as to Teacher Beth as she and her kids managed win for level 3. *YAY* for us…hehehe

Anyways back to the topic of sleep..actually it was more towards what I was thinking when I woke up at 5.00 a.m only to find that the telly was watching me. I was thinking about my childhood days…How I used to lie down on the mat with my cousins and watched the stars. My aunts, uncles and parents would be barbequeing and drinking the night away…but I would always remember the mat, the stars and the fragrant calamansi plant that was close by…

Its vivid and surreal at the same time…you may be wondering what on earth am I remembering all the childhood memories for…but it just happens…the flashbacks…and this time it was a lovely one…Do you remember yours?

Just for one night only, everyone let go of their inhibitions…one night, all pride down…one night, all anger aside…one night, laughter surrouds the four walls. For on that night, for the sake of someone special, someone so dear, the source of my strength and humbleness, anything was possible.

Happy B’day Mother dearest, our source of inspiration. We would never know the meaning of sacrifice, generousity if you weren’t in our lives. May there be more blessings and miracles to come. Through the fights, anger, laughter and happiness…through it all, I am lucky…I am blest…I am inspired.

I love you Ma.

Gems recently shared something with me in regards to the Bisaya race. Recently she googled on the word Bisaya. Most of it were about the Bisayas or popularly known as the visayas (a race from the southern Philippines) but nothing much on the Malaysian Bisaya with the exception of a reference from Britannica online, about a minority tribe on the North-western part of Borneo. According to Britannica, only about less than 7000 are of this race. I happen to be one of them, yet at the same time I am not a full bisaya.

Can you believe it? It’s such a small minority. The sad part about is that I can’t even speak the language. There was even a note in the online encyclopaedia that this tribe could be originated from the Bisayas of the Philippines. Whether we originated from there, I HONESTLY DON’T KNOW…But I do know that dad told me once that the bisayas were initially pirates originating from the Philippines.

Nonetheless, its quite interesting…yet sad as the culture slowly seeping away due to the ever changing socio-economical climate of the world. I am interested in learning, its just the lame old excuse of "I’m too busy" that’s stopping me. Perhaps who knows, like Gems suggested…write an English-Bisaya dictionary!!!

These past few weeks have been nothing short but bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Check out a normal day’s routine…get up really early, exercise and/or do the chores, take a quick shower, have lunch, warm up car….work…come back home home….tuition….quick shower…go out with hun…dinner…sleep…and the cycle repeats itself again with some writing assignment, art observation and the occasional dancing parties thrown on the side…and lets not forget the school work…

It feels good and it can get really tiring but it keeps you busy…before you know it, the day is over…

Sundays are usually good though…gives me time to reflect on the week before and to rejuvenate for the coming week. At this point in time, I am still struggling, but at the same time I know what I have and what I am doing is teaching me to be tougher. I know that there are greater things on the way so this is just something to prepare me for that time. Every single day I learn new things from kids…from what’s the latest hip song to the latest cool flash games to play on the Internet. Ever heard of adventure quest? hehe