I often wish that tragedy would happen (accident, surgery, robbery) so that I would have something to test your love with.
Just one of the ways that I am cruel.
And one of the things I thought about on this very slow day. I did the summer thing and read outdoors at a cafe with pink lemonade and passersby. These days have been the slowest and emptiest days I can remember. I can barely muster the desire to do one main thing a day, what more fulfill my initial plans of getting an afternoon job, taking sewing classes, making notebooks and embarking on a social research project. My busybee tendencies take one step out into the throbbing luscious singapore sunshine and fall to pieces.
I can't think deeply in this weather either. Yesterday I had to apologize and take breaks in three conversations because I couldn't remember the names of things. Not that anybody else has been intellectual and intense either.
Together, we stop thinking:
- sheila's default grin whenever i looked over at her getting a pedicure
- and the cheesy matchy-matchy friendship journals she got for us that i adore
- manda's dharma tattoo and her shocking appearance in a sexy dress, pearls and heels
- viknes's serious tip on how to identify a member of the Tamil Tigers: go to his house and you'll see a white tiger prominently displayed somewhere
- shuhui's casino birthday party with her mini bien currency and blackjack dealer
- kelvin and jovian discussing how to kidnap me, in front of me ("you have to gag her first of course" "i'll stuff my socks into her mouth")
- watching wenchuan's brainless shows on our makeshift projector screen while we paint, the latest being "medical dragon team", about the most ridiculously cool and grumpy handsome japanese rebel doctor
- korean dramas and mad tv--i hope i'm not the only one
And plans to look for the Dong Son Drum tomorrow. I'm terribly excited that I'm going to see the dongson drum.
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