Here It Is

here it is. the first of many to come.

September 3rd, 2008

The Tale Of The Flatiron And Other Stories

at the foot of the Flatiron building – a famed and historical structure in Fifth Avenue NYC – at a little past midnight yesterday, shortly after i attempted to put up a good struggle but lost:

Martian: sigh. look at it, baby. isn’t it wonderful?

Martian: ….

little things like the above conversation always snake their way into my days to remind me of just how different Martian and i are, and also to make me smile. to most people, this little snippet of lovers’ dialogue must mean nothing, but it’s precious to me. i really like how Martian and i share things and do things together, even though we dont necessarily enjoy it. this Flatiron building for instance – Martian has been insisting for the past week that he absolutely must show me this building, otherwise he can’t sleep. i still dont know why he likes it so much; apparently it was an architectural wonder back in its day, but i played along anyway because he was just so excited about it. in the same way, he probably doesnt understand why i like musicals so much and why i cried buckets while watching The Little Mermaid on Broadway earlier tonight, yet still brings me to these shows and sits through them even though he hates them.

nevertheless, here’s the Flatiron. it’s actually triangular but you cant really tell from this picture:

anyway i also want to say that Martian and i have moved up one significant rung on the metaphorical relationship ladder! this happened a few weeks ago, and i apologize for keeping so quiet about this, but i just wanted to figure out the best way to break the news to everyone, especially my parents. and after a lot of thought, i have realized that there is no better way to do this than to just be frank. after all, the whole point is that this means Martian and i are closer than ever, and that is a good thing.

so… what’s happened is that… Martian now unabashedly wipes his boogers on me.

i’m not farking joking. he used to be so shy about it, but now when he doesnt have any tissue after picking his nose, he’ll just, like, wipe it on me. and then he laughs. he doesnt even care if i’m wearing a new top. is this supposed to be cute? is this supposed to be endearing? is this what happens after two people see each other for too long? i will never know the answer. so i just wipe my boogers back on him.

a couple of photos from last weekend, when my aunt took me to visit UPenn:

1. this is the Broken Button at Penn. Yau tells me that people apparently have sex underneath it… o__O

2. i tried to climb up onto that platform to take a photo with the statue of Benjamin Franklin, but it was quite high up so it was a bit difficult. while i was trying to climb up, campus security drove over in a little cart and started honking at me -_- then they started following me around -_- what is this!!! i wasnt damaging property or anything…

3. sigh so i had to content myself with a boring picture of sitting on the lap of another Ben Franklin statue.. which i’m sure EVERYBODY has done before… -_- *grumpy

4. you know you are Malaysian when you are very amused by things like this and MUST take a photo with it. happy merdeka everyone!!

5. and lastly, spotted at the Philadelphia Museum of Art – a funny rendition of The Scream by a 15-year-old girl called Danielle.

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