reimagining life

George Town Festival 2016: My Time As A Gallery Sitter

I decided to jump onto the GTF bandwagon at the spur of the moment during one of my coffee-fueled midnights of ingenuous ideas without giving it much thought (never give ideas too much thought, or it will only get killed in its infancy). I ended up volunteering for the whole of August as a gallery sitter. Why a gallery sitter?

Half-eaten Time

And it is late. Whatever that should have been done, never was. Whatever that life gave, time stole. ‘Til there is nothing but an endless whirlpool that brings me back to where I first began, only difference is every time I start again from that alpha point, the more lost I get.


One step forward. I felt heavy in the light airiness as the world gave way.

I was on my hands and knees crying from the fall I took attempting to take my first step. Arms were around me, comforting me, stroking my head, lifting me up and onto the shoulders that smelled wonderfully like home. Soon, I was walking on my own, running. The noons that brought Dad home for lunch. Of Tarzan and afternoon naps.


There used to be a girl my age who lived across the street from me back in the house where I grew up. I called her 99. I never could make out what was on her mind even though we spent everyday together for 15 long years. We used to race each other, running bare-footed on the tar road. She would always let me win. I knew that little fact only years later as I look back to those childhood days. I never knew the reason why. Being with her was like going on a roller-coaster – scary and exciting at the same time.

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    My name is Cindy and I live in the tropical island of Penang, Malaysia. This is my respite from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
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