things are going fine in OZ Land….. but, it doesnt mean im not thinking of home.
unlike my mom who, together with her best friend, celebrated the 1 month anniversary of me not being around. kanasai! haha…. was i that terrible? and she has the nerve to tell me what food they were going to have when she knows ive been on sandwiches everyday/everynight! so today is the 2nd month, and i think this weekend, they are going to meet up and ‘celebrate’ again! humph!!!
anyway, i miss going home and shouting “sapudu” which means “eat” in tamil. i should be saying “saapaadu” which means “food”. but that’s just one of the things i do, which my mom then retaliates by sayin, “work, food, work, food” what else does she know?”
i miss calling ‘maaaaaaaaaaam’ and then when she replies, “what?” i say, “nothing”. and i do it again 3 minutes later.
i miss that i always decline eating food/fruits that i dont like to eat (but mom always says “its not abt the taste. its abt its nutritional value”) and while i’m opening my mouth really big to say, “nnoooooo i dont wannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”, she finds the moment approriate to stuff the food/fruit in.
i miss praying at my alter. i miss temples. i miss the smell of sambrani.
i miss the chicken curry she makes. i miss the cod fish sambal she makes.
i miss carrot cake, chicken rice, hokkien mee, rojak, prata, etc i miss the convenience of coffee shops. and i miss bandung and lychee drink. i miss sweet talk! omg i miss ice kachang and i miss honey dew sago. and i miss swenson’s salmon mushroom baked rice!!!
i miss my bed, and the privacy of my room. i miss having my own attached bathroom and i miss not needing to share my bathroom with anyone else.
i miss how convenient it is to not need to plan a time for groceries shopping cos NTUC is still open at 9pm. and even if its closed, the convenience stalls at petrol stations are always open.
i miss watching The Noose, Point of Entry, and i miss watching crime watch. catch up tv isnt available in my region. 😦
i miss singlish. ppl here dont know that our first language is english and they are all appalled at how fluently i speak english. so i explain to them our system and when they ask, “so singaporeans dont have a native language?” i reply, “we do. we call it singlish. its a mixture of english with mandarin, malay, tamil, and bits of other chinese dialects.” but of course, they dont get it. and after a few weeks, i get tired of explaining and i just say, “yes, english is my first language”.
i miss how predictable the traffic lights are. i still havent figured out how they work here. its annoyingly inefficient.
i miss finding dustbins every 50 metres and i miss finding a 7-eleven around the corner/or at least a place where i know i can get something (just for the sake of it.)
i miss the street trees that provide shelter. and i miss that ppl dont look at me weirdly if i use an umbrella for shade instead of shelter from rain.
i miss having lockers in my university. even primary sch classrooms are fitted with lockers. How is it possible that JCU doesn’t have lockers? Seriously?
i miss teaching. i miss interacting with students. although im not particularly missing some of the other shit that came with teaching, i still miss being in a class and educating students. but i absolutely do not miss marking.
i miss having something to do at 8pm cos this place is dead after 700pm.
i miss the fact that i didnt do for the ACRES Animal Welfare Symposium. and i that i missed the crucial nationwide horseshoe crab population and census survey. i miss the stinky muds of kranji mudflats and i miss semakau and chek jawa. and im gonna miss the International Coastal Cleanup this year.
and i absolutely miss not having to explain that not all singaporeans are chinese. haiz…
im not exactly homesick….. we are all grown-ups here and we know what we got into when we decided on this.
but i still miss home.