Monday, July 03, 2006
Nice Thoughts
If one were to shade some light to one's life story, how would one aptly capture it?
P reckons she has some ideas to proffer for her own. Snap shots of all those funny, bitter sweet moments in her short twentyish years of precocious living preciously stored in her memory bank that never fails to induce a slight, crooked smile on her face.
In no order of importance (as they are all truly unique and brings her varying degrees of delight and satisfaction from recklessness and spontaneity) and chronology, they are:
- pulling the car by the roadside and making out with DL till the cows come home, topless, police car passing by, a rainbow beaming before them and the radio aptly playing "Just the way you are" (favourite song of hers back then)...
-Late bloomers of petty crime: partner-in-crime with her best friend to steal an umbrella cover just to alleviate her undue stress in the case of "The lost umbrella"...and having the best laugh after...
- extended karaoke sessions with her best friend, learning and being addicted to singing Chinese pop music (a genre previously unexplored) and inevitably being a flasher caught on security camera with her overly well-at-ease demeanour within the private room that also served as their weekend nap hangout when they have exhausted their vocal cords and satiated their gluttony with salt and pepper chicken wings...
- the mind blowingly awesome sex with "Funny Boy" in that Parisan apartment on Marx Dormay...
- the cum-too-quickly "after-look" of embarrassment and the profuse apology suffered by W, which she waved and laughed off kindly and dismissively...
-DL's blushy episode of "Bottom exposed" to passing cruise boat by the lake while he pumped her away in the car, much to their utmost hilliarity...
- making love with M dreamily on the bed that she grew up sleeping and daydreaming in and being able to say those words he once said to her with him as they got together once more and picked up from where they left off in Paris...
-seeing M again and having spent time together in 2004, 2005, 2006 as they marvelled quietly... and him telepathically picking out that same favourite picture of them together as her...
- lying next to M on the old king-sized bed (where she was possibly made) in her guest room and admitting for the first time that "I love M" (and using the first person narration; quite a leap of faith no doubt), tears streaming, guard being led down, and to be reciprocated and confessed later that he did too when they strolled amongst the crowd outside the Bugis temple...
- sitting stark naked and having girlish chats with her best friend in the bathroom as they take turns to shower...
- daring her icy cool best friend to try her hand at picking up at the bar...
-being there for her best girl friends during moments of their downtimes...
-the rare moments where the "sexless" Dope loosened up at their usual rendezvous hangout and takes the initiative to hold her hand and squeeze it tight, and she would understand that it was his way of saying that he cared...
- bawling her eyes out with her best guy buddy as they strolled along the Seine River and she kissing her past goodbye in their semi-tipsy state... and then resuming her mischievous demeanour as she fished salacious fantasies out of him over fatty fries in a 24-hour fast food joint...
- long, late nite intellectual debates with her best friends at kopi tiams over her favourite glass of iced ribena...
-her nights in Havana, strolling hand in hand with J along the malecon, sharing an ice-cream at Bim Bom, the odd stares the locals gave them and the romance in the air...
- the time where V and her failed attempt to hitch hike a car back into Havana from Veradero (having enough of sun baking, massaging and dipping in the Carribean seas) and how they were ordered to look "Cuban"(one blond and another fair Asian) after bribing the local bus with USD to take them back and being stuck in the filthy, stinky toilet at the back of the bus... and all the time, the girls tried to stifle their amusements despite the reckless implications of their actions on the locals..
- being all light-headed and whimsical where her then "power to love" state of mind got her through and out of Cuba in one piece- having lost her wallet on her last night, and stupidly spent what was left of her cash on art, souveneirs, rum and an entire range of Cuban music instruments (only to have the drum being fined and quarantined at the Sydney airport) and forgetting that one needs to pay departure tax. But finally making it to Toronto in one piece and spent the night sleeping at the airport next to a Cuban priest and the prodigal daughter attempting to make contact with parents and still meaning to sound vague on where she lost her wallet and credit cards...
- the excessive Parisan life that she led- those memorable joint sharing and wine drinking sessions with the girls and the Chilean boys in her bohemic apartment and the 2 unforgettable le marais hangouts...
- how she thought she must've met a ghost-her male companion in New York who mysteriously disappeared and was not to be found or named in the guest list at the reception- only to bump into him in Canberra 2 years on...
- her happy days of sweet 16/17 with trophy boyfriend who had introduced her to the pleasure of giving ;)...
- her mindless and budget worry free days of shopping with her happy- days- clique- of- friends where she was touted as Alicia Silverstone in "Clueless"...
- her religious weekly Wednesday date with Mambo nights with her ex-best friend (whom they were said to resemble twins on several occasions) and the subsequent Friday nights at Velvet Underground and the countless pick ups that made them laugh or cringe...
- the number of propositions she attempted to fend off in New York and Toronto and how she spent a memorable evening dancing with the 3 men in that record store in Kensington, playing to the tune of Billie Holiday from vinyl records spinning on the turntable and discussing about the jazz genre, and then skillfuly wiggled her way out of a precarious situation with hot blooded intentions on the rise...
- that Indian art-dealer who failed to bait her to bed in New York parted graciously from her and instead, gave her an antique coin as a parting gift...
- and of course, every single moment she gets to spend with the Love of her Life- the fluffly white creature that never fails to melt her heart...
the list goes on...
On this note, P reckons that life can be rather beautiful and shall she say, lyrical...
If one were to shade some light to one's life story, how would one aptly capture it?
P reckons she has some ideas to proffer for her own. Snap shots of all those funny, bitter sweet moments in her short twentyish years of precocious living preciously stored in her memory bank that never fails to induce a slight, crooked smile on her face.
In no order of importance (as they are all truly unique and brings her varying degrees of delight and satisfaction from recklessness and spontaneity) and chronology, they are:
- pulling the car by the roadside and making out with DL till the cows come home, topless, police car passing by, a rainbow beaming before them and the radio aptly playing "Just the way you are" (favourite song of hers back then)...
-Late bloomers of petty crime: partner-in-crime with her best friend to steal an umbrella cover just to alleviate her undue stress in the case of "The lost umbrella"...and having the best laugh after...
- extended karaoke sessions with her best friend, learning and being addicted to singing Chinese pop music (a genre previously unexplored) and inevitably being a flasher caught on security camera with her overly well-at-ease demeanour within the private room that also served as their weekend nap hangout when they have exhausted their vocal cords and satiated their gluttony with salt and pepper chicken wings...
- the mind blowingly awesome sex with "Funny Boy" in that Parisan apartment on Marx Dormay...
- the cum-too-quickly "after-look" of embarrassment and the profuse apology suffered by W, which she waved and laughed off kindly and dismissively...
-DL's blushy episode of "Bottom exposed" to passing cruise boat by the lake while he pumped her away in the car, much to their utmost hilliarity...
- making love with M dreamily on the bed that she grew up sleeping and daydreaming in and being able to say those words he once said to her with him as they got together once more and picked up from where they left off in Paris...
-seeing M again and having spent time together in 2004, 2005, 2006 as they marvelled quietly... and him telepathically picking out that same favourite picture of them together as her...
- lying next to M on the old king-sized bed (where she was possibly made) in her guest room and admitting for the first time that "I love M" (and using the first person narration; quite a leap of faith no doubt), tears streaming, guard being led down, and to be reciprocated and confessed later that he did too when they strolled amongst the crowd outside the Bugis temple...
- sitting stark naked and having girlish chats with her best friend in the bathroom as they take turns to shower...
- daring her icy cool best friend to try her hand at picking up at the bar...
-being there for her best girl friends during moments of their downtimes...
-the rare moments where the "sexless" Dope loosened up at their usual rendezvous hangout and takes the initiative to hold her hand and squeeze it tight, and she would understand that it was his way of saying that he cared...
- bawling her eyes out with her best guy buddy as they strolled along the Seine River and she kissing her past goodbye in their semi-tipsy state... and then resuming her mischievous demeanour as she fished salacious fantasies out of him over fatty fries in a 24-hour fast food joint...
- long, late nite intellectual debates with her best friends at kopi tiams over her favourite glass of iced ribena...
-her nights in Havana, strolling hand in hand with J along the malecon, sharing an ice-cream at Bim Bom, the odd stares the locals gave them and the romance in the air...
- the time where V and her failed attempt to hitch hike a car back into Havana from Veradero (having enough of sun baking, massaging and dipping in the Carribean seas) and how they were ordered to look "Cuban"(one blond and another fair Asian) after bribing the local bus with USD to take them back and being stuck in the filthy, stinky toilet at the back of the bus... and all the time, the girls tried to stifle their amusements despite the reckless implications of their actions on the locals..
- being all light-headed and whimsical where her then "power to love" state of mind got her through and out of Cuba in one piece- having lost her wallet on her last night, and stupidly spent what was left of her cash on art, souveneirs, rum and an entire range of Cuban music instruments (only to have the drum being fined and quarantined at the Sydney airport) and forgetting that one needs to pay departure tax. But finally making it to Toronto in one piece and spent the night sleeping at the airport next to a Cuban priest and the prodigal daughter attempting to make contact with parents and still meaning to sound vague on where she lost her wallet and credit cards...
- the excessive Parisan life that she led- those memorable joint sharing and wine drinking sessions with the girls and the Chilean boys in her bohemic apartment and the 2 unforgettable le marais hangouts...
- how she thought she must've met a ghost-her male companion in New York who mysteriously disappeared and was not to be found or named in the guest list at the reception- only to bump into him in Canberra 2 years on...
- her happy days of sweet 16/17 with trophy boyfriend who had introduced her to the pleasure of giving ;)...
- her mindless and budget worry free days of shopping with her happy- days- clique- of- friends where she was touted as Alicia Silverstone in "Clueless"...
- her religious weekly Wednesday date with Mambo nights with her ex-best friend (whom they were said to resemble twins on several occasions) and the subsequent Friday nights at Velvet Underground and the countless pick ups that made them laugh or cringe...
- the number of propositions she attempted to fend off in New York and Toronto and how she spent a memorable evening dancing with the 3 men in that record store in Kensington, playing to the tune of Billie Holiday from vinyl records spinning on the turntable and discussing about the jazz genre, and then skillfuly wiggled her way out of a precarious situation with hot blooded intentions on the rise...
- that Indian art-dealer who failed to bait her to bed in New York parted graciously from her and instead, gave her an antique coin as a parting gift...
- and of course, every single moment she gets to spend with the Love of her Life- the fluffly white creature that never fails to melt her heart...
the list goes on...
On this note, P reckons that life can be rather beautiful and shall she say, lyrical...
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Hear, hear darling :)
Isn't it funny.
We sometimes self-proclaim ourselves to be troubled souls yet we forget that we have indeed walked down numerous roads that other people could only dream of walking.
Life is indeed beautiful.
No matter how troubled the soul tends to be :)
Isn't it funny.
We sometimes self-proclaim ourselves to be troubled souls yet we forget that we have indeed walked down numerous roads that other people could only dream of walking.
Life is indeed beautiful.
No matter how troubled the soul tends to be :)
yes, and that I so agree with you, Danya. Will never trade my life for anything else, really...
perhaps, if it gets better...;)
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perhaps, if it gets better...;)
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