time time time need more time why do i always take time for granted and procrastinate and assume that i will be able to get things done in time but almost always never do
this could be perfect but now it wont be
and why do i sit around blogging when i need more time time time okay gotta go
August 16th, 2006
on this day, one year ago, i met a Martian.
we met at a coffee place while he was visiting Earth, but as it turns out neither of us were having coffee.
i found him to be a highly intriguing being, mostly because i didnt hang out much with his kind. it was a rather new experience to converse with a Martian, though at that time i didnt know he was a Martian. i knew he was different, and vaguely looked like a *something*, but i just couldnt place my finger on what that *something* was. identification and articulation of this something came only at a later time, in a bubbly outburst of epiphanic revelation - but that is another story and should be told another time.
i should probably be honest and admit now that i didnt immediately take a liking to him. i was very cautious, very wary about this Martian - i mean, who knew what his intentions were! Martians, as i have heard, can be very dangerous, especially when given the opportunity to be. and although he was friendly, he wasn’t warm. sometimes it’s hard to like someone who is cold.
sitting there in the coffee place, we talked about insignificant things. we talked about New York and its art galleries, we talked about haze and blogs, and we shared bits and pieces off the surface of ourselves. polite small talk, getting-to-know-you sorta stuff. i remember feeling slightly surprised that this was actually turning out to be a pretty nice conversation. i never thought i’d find anything in common to talk about with a Martian! this Martian is a pretty cool Martian, i decided. possibly a little bit mean, but still cool.
a little bit later on, he offered to bring me to his Spaceship for a looksee, and i jumped at the chance to. golly, a Spaceship, i thought! how bloody interesting! never one to pass up an adventure, i really did go with him to see. and it was a very spiffy Spaceship. not garishly metallic like one would imagine, or complicated in all its red-and-green button splendor. this Martian’s Spaceship was actually very simple. a beautiful kind of simple, a tasteful kind of minimalistic. Earthling artwork adorned the walls, and a black organza curtain hanging in the middle of the spaceship fluttered whenever the wind sighed. the whole Spaceship was made out of smooth cement. i wonder how it flew - isnt cement very heavy?
after that first day, we met up again for a second time. and a third time. and a fourth time. our initial meetings used to feel very rare, almost as if each time i saw him just may be the last, and so i kept count of how many times we met each other. but after a while i lost count. i have since learnt the joy that lies in losing count.
but soon, it was time for the Martian to leave. his stay on Earth was long overdue, and he had to leave for Mars. before he left we didnt have a final proper goodbye.
that was a year ago.
one year ago at this very time, i’d just finished school and was probably spending time with my then-boyfriend before going out to meet the Martian. but now- now being the 11th of August in the year 2006, now being exactly one year after we met each other, i am here in the Martian’s planet. i’m visiting. they have Starbucks here, and that is where i am as i sit here typing this blogpost.
i’m waiting for the Martian - he’s busy right now but he will be here in a bit. this wait is just a momentary lapse in time. and when he comes back, our interplanetary relationship will resume. he will give me 719 Martian kisses, and that is to make up for all the time and space that comes between us during the empty days that we do not see each other. the empty, hurtful days when we are operating on different planes of existence.
i am in his world now. i am immersing myself in it. and i will put up pictures.
22 comments August 11th, 2006
after one long week of too much dhall and riceflour products, i am hooooome!!! some final thoughts on the trip - Sri Lanka is seriously the Land of Friendly People, and all women should buy their sanitary pads in bulk from SL because they cost like half the usual price over there.
this little vacation has also pretty much confirmed the Truth : despite the fact that i love my dad to the ends of the world, he will always love me much more than i love him. my mom on the other hand, loves me a lot less than i love her. i dont know which is sadder; the former, the latter, or the fact that our family relationship can be likened to an algebraic inequality.
i’m a bit sore because i completely forgot to check out Sri Lanka’s McDonalds. early this year, i thought i’d make it a point to visit a McDonalds in every place i travel to, eat something of theirs that cant be found in KL, and then finally take a pic to commemorate the Foreign McDonalds Experience :D but so far i’ve forgotten Sri Lanka, Kuantan, Malacca and Penang :( shitty. here are the few i’ve remembered to take -
Bangkok, Thailand
Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
Kuching, Sarawak
Chinatown, Singapore
my ovaries damn paining now. bloody period.
29 comments August 10th, 2006
i am back in the dusty city of Colombo!
i’m back here cos 3 hours from now i’m supposed to be heading to the Sri Lanka International Airport to catch my flight back home without the parentals. but NO! that is no longer happening! cos on the way back down from the hills of Kandy, my daddy gets a delayed text mssg saying that his daughter has been pulled off the waiting list for Thursday’s flight. sooooo, she can return home with her mummy and daddy on Thursday as originally planned, and not on Wednesday morning as now planned!
that means we totally left Kandy in a total rush for totally nothing! this is total crap! i wanna see the Kandy Esala Perahara parade! i wanna go to the Kandy Temple of the Sacred Tooth! i want more free ice cream! iiiiiiiiiiii want KAAAAAANDY!
(hehehe oh aaron carter!)
anyways, upon reaching Colombo, my mom and i wanted to go around the city looking for shopping-worthy places. ahh but the driver whose three-wheeler we got in insisted we should go back to the hotel becauseeeeeee … a car bomb just went off down the road from our hotel, killing 2 people and injuring several others.
@_@
we asked him where exactly, and when he told us where, my mom just started freaking out cos we were *right there* during our 2nd day in Colombo. naturally she wanted to go back to the hotel, but i REALLY wanted to go to the bombsite to see what was going on. you know, check out the chaos and all. but i understand my mom’s sentiments. and i also understand them placing me on hotelroom arrest for the next two days :( sigh!
in other news, i have just experienced my first holiday theft case! see, i’d just went to the mall next to my hotel ok? so there was this cool bookstore that sold books at like really cheap prices! i bought two classics - Nat Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and J.D Salinger’s Catcher In The Rye. then i went to the supermarket and got sanitary pads (they have Whisper here! thank you Lord!) and chocopies. then i went back to the hotel and discovered i didnt have a roomkey. then i left the bags with my books and pads and chocopies on the floor next to my room and went to the lobby to get a key. then i come back and and and and and
MY BOOKS AND PADS AND CHOCOPIES ARE GONE!!! =(
it was just 3 minutes man, i swear it. and okay la i understand if they want my books cos they are such good books. and yes chocopies are to die for so it’s acceptable to steal those. but sanitary pads??? WHY???
oh mein chocopies. dont fret, i will buy you again tomorrow!
edit :
Chocopie Thief, you aint getting the last laugh!
25 comments August 9th, 2006
