Mucho gracias

First of, I am feeling much better now. I want to thank all of you guys who have left kind words in the comment section. Thank you so much. It makes me feel all warm inside to know that there's a group of people whom I do not know and probably will never meet in my entire life who care enough to take the time to make me feel better, even though the only thing that connecting us together is this blog. And the mutual love for drama.


Ahem.



Also thanks to my friends who called and texted to make sure that I'm all right. I'm sorry that I didn't answer any of your text messages or phone calls cause I don't feel like weeping down the phone. I do my crying alone, in the dark, on the bed and most of all, without anyone looking. But thank you so much for caring enough to enquire.



Anyways since I was so emo the other day I failed to realise the magical properties of the Internet. No seriously. I have to stop reading high fantasy novels all the time, where the characters lived in medieval times and the only means of communication were letter-carrying-pigeons that seemed to always be shot down or got caught in a storm. I'm serious! It didn't event occurred to me about email. I kept on wondering whether the letter-carrying-pigeons can cross the high seas to get to Malaysia. Grief can render you stupid. But in the case of the Constantly Dramatic One, it can downright make me spastic in the head cause you know.....I'm not that smart to begin with. Sad.



In any event I have Skyped with her and my brother in law. Damn, I even miss my brother in law. I have grown fond of him. Who would have known? They seemed to be settling in fast. My sister has even hit a mall and cycled all around the town to check out stuff. She says there's art museums at every corner that made her think of me cause you know.....I'm an artsy-fartsy-pretentious-snob-wannabe. I go to art galleries and talk about how a piece of art's brush strokes and the saturation of the paint on the canvas made the painting appears surreal when it's actually very dynamic yet sedated......... The previous sentence made absolutely no sense to you? It make absolutely no sense to me as well. And I'm the one that comes up with it. I just throw some words together, say it with a knowing look, a head tilt and a head nod at the end while holding a glass of sparkling juice so that I come off as artsy fartsy and cultured. When I'm not. Just pretentious as fuck.





Anyways, as you guys have pointed out....so she's far away, like 32,710,000 km away (I totally made that up, I have no fucking idea how far Finland is from Malaysia but lets just assume that it's 32,710,000 so that the separation seem more dramatic), but you know Skype is just so awesome. So is MSN video chat. It's not as good as the real thing but it's better than nothing. Also Finland is just 5 hours behind Malaysian when it comes to time difference. Meaning I don't have to stay up into the wee hours of the morning just to chat with her. I have to do that with my brother though. For those of you not in the know, I have an older brother too and he's currently working and living in Chicago. And Chicago is exactly 12 hours behind. Trying to chat online with him is a bitch cause of the time difference.



I am thankful that these days we have the Internet instead of letter-carrying-pigeons. Them pigeons are unreliable little fuckers. But you know it doesn't matter anyways. She could live at the far end of the earth or in a frickin volcano and we might not have emails or skype and it doesn't matter. Because wherever I go or do, there will never be a moment when she is not in my thoughts or in my heart.

Genting Highlands, circa 1989

Aidilfitri, circa 2000