Monday, July 26, 2004

BullsEye

As I wiggle my ass into the seat of routine and familiarity, I'm constantly holding on to the ideal of complete and utter madness. I miss my home. For now, however, this is home.

To be honest, my heart feels much better than weeks before. I crave for Kuih Lopez and Chicken Rice but I'm getting accustomed to Burgers and Fries. I do NOT see this as a permanence though, fear not.

Spain was brilliant with all the mishaps and lucky charms. The little lines appeared again, after a long hiatus, and my heart ached so hard I thought I was going to die but as chemicals got involved, things haven't really been the same.

I'm friskier than a rabbit, happier than palm trees and more resolute than Hitler however, I fear when comfort sets in. I must try to make myself as uncomfortable as possible but at the same time, have fun of course. I haven't had the time to truly sit down and pour through all that's going on and all that's happened and all that will happen. I don't know what I'll make out of it.

I need you now more than ever. Some support. Some reminder. Some bit of home. I cannot forget and don't let me forget. From memory cards to bunk beds to Singapore plastic bags to your breath on my neck, I CANNOT FORGET. Tell me of our stories again. Keep going "Remember that time when we...". Please.



::me:: at 18:16