the four right chords can make me cry

drop the bombshell. things never end like in the movies.
a torrent of thoughts over the past few days.
a bout of diarrhea too, while we're at it.
i'm so two-faced sometimes, i HATE myself.

min will be in thailand! wistful sigh... that's where i really want to be right now. to feel the wooden floor boards so smooth under my feet again. to sit with the family on the little porch in the mornings, soaking up the morning sun, basking and snoozing on each other. trying to cook meals with my hilarious housemates. washing our unmentionables: me and min hiding stuff from the guys and the guys hiding stuff from us. going to the market early in the morning, frosty air nipping your face. our mae, hostess with the mostess. the night sky, inky black-blue, still and crisp, the stars out on parade. the wonderful wonderful people of makheaujae, with their vibrancy and energy (think neung, crazy boy with wig)! the dashing chan. Free-spirited wit and how i agree so much with him that the mountains are really truly "lomantic", in his words. Hiking, hopping about on the rocks as though i were born to live in the forest, feeling so strangely at home, akin, to the mountains; it was like returning to a home i once knew in a distant, hazy memory. som tum and shopping. singing songs in the freezing cold, defiantly defying the whipping winds. phayao lake in all it's beauty, unfurling a spread of colours each day, no two performances ever the same. riding on the back of a bicycle around our village, breathing in the fresh air, the flowers, like our youth, like our time together; so bright, so stunningly transient.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:16 AM