eating durian & annoying misinterpretations
Thank you Nic, for this picture :)
...
James (JT). Me. Mei. Sab.
Notice, am the only one NOT holding durian. Haha.
I like durian, but not too much.
Hmmm.
This must've been some-time in June. My fringe hasn't been cut yet.
The night we went to Nic's. Half the time i was playing with (my)
Leong's poodle, QQ. haha.
Am possessive about my art director so every time i say his name, i
say "MY".
It's weird, I know. But that's how far it goes, please! Hahaha.
I like teasing him that way cause he looks like he would faint from
embarrassment every time.
But he knows it's my way of saying, "You mess with him, you mess with
me." Hahaha.
He's a great guy and a fantastic partner. Not to mention, he, like me
- can laugh about everything.
But i was talking about durian... and am kinda craving for some. They
just have a particular "way" of eating it here.
You must sit on the floor, it cannot be enjoyed otherwise. And since
it is believed to be "heaty", please don't ask me what that means,
after you eat - you must use the husk, sprinkle salt, add water - and
drink from that. And that's supposed to "cool" things down.
Not as weird as the practice here of adding a pinch of salt to your
Coca-cola, also to make it less "heaty" - but close enough.
...
So.
Today I was out, shopping, beer-ing and sneezing....and, when i got
home, my phone rings.
An acquaintance asks me to join her and her friends for a drink,
since i live in the area.
Between sniffles, I said "I can't. I think am gonna be sick."
"Why are you crying?"
"Am not crying, am coming down with a cold."
"You don't have to cry about that sweetheart...."
(i roll my eyes and groan) "Am NOT crying. It's a COLD."
She covers the mouthpiece "She can't make it cause she's crying,
cause she has a cold."
"I can hear you, you know?! Am sick, am not crying. Oh, forget it.
Yes, I am crying. I need to be alone."
"Why do you need to be alone?"
"Cause am sick."
"What are you sick with?"
"A cold."
LONG PAUSE. "Louise, it's ok. Am here if you need me."
I burst out laughing, thanked her, and said - "I just need to CRY by
myself now, if you don't mind."
...
What do you want to happen next?
...
The question above woke me up this morning. It sat before me as I ate
my breakfast. Wafted excitedly from a page of a freshly-opened
travelbook. It held my hand as I crossed the street, and swum in the
patterns of silk and thread. Quietly, it listened to my thoughts and
stared at my tofu - not quite knowing what to do with me. For a
little while, I thought I lost it in the crowd, but there it stood
before me as I turned around. It stumbled along beside me in the
train. And just as I was nearing home, I was certain – as I looked at
it from an arms length away, what I would REALLY like to happen next
– simply, is to do something right.
...
James (JT). Me. Mei. Sab.
Notice, am the only one NOT holding durian. Haha.
I like durian, but not too much.
Hmmm.
This must've been some-time in June. My fringe hasn't been cut yet.
The night we went to Nic's. Half the time i was playing with (my)
Leong's poodle, QQ. haha.
Am possessive about my art director so every time i say his name, i
say "MY".
It's weird, I know. But that's how far it goes, please! Hahaha.
I like teasing him that way cause he looks like he would faint from
embarrassment every time.
But he knows it's my way of saying, "You mess with him, you mess with
me." Hahaha.
He's a great guy and a fantastic partner. Not to mention, he, like me
- can laugh about everything.
But i was talking about durian... and am kinda craving for some. They
just have a particular "way" of eating it here.
You must sit on the floor, it cannot be enjoyed otherwise. And since
it is believed to be "heaty", please don't ask me what that means,
after you eat - you must use the husk, sprinkle salt, add water - and
drink from that. And that's supposed to "cool" things down.
Not as weird as the practice here of adding a pinch of salt to your
Coca-cola, also to make it less "heaty" - but close enough.
...
So.
Today I was out, shopping, beer-ing and sneezing....and, when i got
home, my phone rings.
An acquaintance asks me to join her and her friends for a drink,
since i live in the area.
Between sniffles, I said "I can't. I think am gonna be sick."
"Why are you crying?"
"Am not crying, am coming down with a cold."
"You don't have to cry about that sweetheart...."
(i roll my eyes and groan) "Am NOT crying. It's a COLD."
She covers the mouthpiece "She can't make it cause she's crying,
cause she has a cold."
"I can hear you, you know?! Am sick, am not crying. Oh, forget it.
Yes, I am crying. I need to be alone."
"Why do you need to be alone?"
"Cause am sick."
"What are you sick with?"
"A cold."
LONG PAUSE. "Louise, it's ok. Am here if you need me."
I burst out laughing, thanked her, and said - "I just need to CRY by
myself now, if you don't mind."
...
What do you want to happen next?
...
The question above woke me up this morning. It sat before me as I ate
my breakfast. Wafted excitedly from a page of a freshly-opened
travelbook. It held my hand as I crossed the street, and swum in the
patterns of silk and thread. Quietly, it listened to my thoughts and
stared at my tofu - not quite knowing what to do with me. For a
little while, I thought I lost it in the crowd, but there it stood
before me as I turned around. It stumbled along beside me in the
train. And just as I was nearing home, I was certain – as I looked at
it from an arms length away, what I would REALLY like to happen next
– simply, is to do something right.
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