…is february 23.
because this was the day i traveled abroad by myself for the first time in my life.
because this was the first time i watched a concert alone. ever.
in the mosh pit.
and it was an oasis concert.
in singapore.
one more item crossed off “the things i must do before i die” list.
watching oasis and hearing the gallaghers sing and being 20 feet away from them and almost catching noel’s tambourine gave me the same thrill as seeing the venus di milo, the winged victory of samothrace, and the mona lisa for the first time. and singing (and screaming) champagne supernova and wonderwall and don’t look back in anger and what’s the story, morning glory with a zillion other people was fantastic.
i think turning 30 last year gave me some sort of magic powers that enable me to do these things.
since i’ll only be thirty for five months more, i’d better maximize these powers before a different sort of magic power takes over.
i hear U2 will be in tokyo in april. please let my superpowers be strong enough to take me there and back.
thanks nat and nessa for the mimosa and the burned teeth and gums. i can finally feel my ears again.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
how i got locked in a bathroom and nearly lost my mind in the process
spent the weekend with my bunnies in a windy haven where the stars and sunlight kept us company. sat around all night saturday talking about things that should have been talked about two years ago, and shared in savoring the possibility of the reality of having love in my future.
bedtime was supposed to be at 3 am since we had hot air balloons to meet at 5:30 am, and i dutifully planned to do my ablutions to try to catch some much needed sleep. as soon as i got into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, i knew something was wrong. there was an ominous lack of reassuring click from the doorknob. i tried the knob to open the door, and nothing happened. i whispered calmly to myself “i seem to be locked in the bathroom.” a split-second later, i was pounding the door and walls and screaming to my bunnies “I’M LOCKED IN!!! GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GETMEOOOOOOOOOOUT!!!!”
a zillion thoughts zinged through my mind – the bathroom window is too tiny for me to crawl through; maybe i can ram the door and break it down off its hinges; i have a swiss army knife in my bag next to my shampoo; what if they can’t get me out, how can they use the bathroom – but the only thing i was capable of doing was to scream “GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT NOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!”
finally, 15 hysterical minutes later, bunnies managed to remove the doorknob from the door. the door swung open and i burst out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed, laughing and crying hysterically, forgetting that i was still clutching the other half of the cursed doorknob. the whole nightmare happened over a period of 15 minutes (and give or take a million years) and the bunnies were laughing their heads off the whole time.
so that ordeal was over, and i didn’t get to pee in that bathroom that night anymore.
this is for my bunnies, who do all things in an atmosphere of love, well-being and world peace. love you bunnies
bedtime was supposed to be at 3 am since we had hot air balloons to meet at 5:30 am, and i dutifully planned to do my ablutions to try to catch some much needed sleep. as soon as i got into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, i knew something was wrong. there was an ominous lack of reassuring click from the doorknob. i tried the knob to open the door, and nothing happened. i whispered calmly to myself “i seem to be locked in the bathroom.” a split-second later, i was pounding the door and walls and screaming to my bunnies “I’M LOCKED IN!!! GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GETMEOOOOOOOOOOUT!!!!”
a zillion thoughts zinged through my mind – the bathroom window is too tiny for me to crawl through; maybe i can ram the door and break it down off its hinges; i have a swiss army knife in my bag next to my shampoo; what if they can’t get me out, how can they use the bathroom – but the only thing i was capable of doing was to scream “GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT NOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!”
finally, 15 hysterical minutes later, bunnies managed to remove the doorknob from the door. the door swung open and i burst out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed, laughing and crying hysterically, forgetting that i was still clutching the other half of the cursed doorknob. the whole nightmare happened over a period of 15 minutes (and give or take a million years) and the bunnies were laughing their heads off the whole time.
so that ordeal was over, and i didn’t get to pee in that bathroom that night anymore.
this is for my bunnies, who do all things in an atmosphere of love, well-being and world peace. love you bunnies
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
blind date # 7,195
so i have been on more blind dates than i'd care to remember. or admit.
a few posts back, i said i would chew my foot off before i ever went out on a blind date ever again. after having successfully dodged dozens of well-meaning friends' intentions to set me up with "this really great guy, he's smart and funny and calls when he says he will and likes dogs and loves his mom," i did not reckon with my ninang's unbelievable powers of persuation.
so she sets me up with her neighbor who wreaks water damage on her ceiling and browbeat the poor guy into calling me.
mother of all surprises...
i actually like the guy.
he is single, gainfully employed, well-educated, well-travelled, well-groomed, loves dogs and art and photography and food, ad nauseum. and being the most recent convert of the precepts of "he's just not that into you," i actually dare think that he could be that into me.
so i have degenerated into an adolescent who gives a blow-by-blow account of every shared meal and conversation to all my girlfriends, thereby degenerating my girlfriends into adolescents as well. as i haven't been an adolescent for more than half my life, i must admit that acting like an adolescent while trying to be an adult is making me more neurotic than i already am.
i've avoided thrills like this for my own peace of mind. once upon a time i made it a regular habit to fling all caution to the wind. maybe this time, i can toss caution into a light breeze, but must make sure that its firmly attached to the end of my rope.
a few posts back, i said i would chew my foot off before i ever went out on a blind date ever again. after having successfully dodged dozens of well-meaning friends' intentions to set me up with "this really great guy, he's smart and funny and calls when he says he will and likes dogs and loves his mom," i did not reckon with my ninang's unbelievable powers of persuation.
so she sets me up with her neighbor who wreaks water damage on her ceiling and browbeat the poor guy into calling me.
mother of all surprises...
i actually like the guy.
he is single, gainfully employed, well-educated, well-travelled, well-groomed, loves dogs and art and photography and food, ad nauseum. and being the most recent convert of the precepts of "he's just not that into you," i actually dare think that he could be that into me.
so i have degenerated into an adolescent who gives a blow-by-blow account of every shared meal and conversation to all my girlfriends, thereby degenerating my girlfriends into adolescents as well. as i haven't been an adolescent for more than half my life, i must admit that acting like an adolescent while trying to be an adult is making me more neurotic than i already am.
i've avoided thrills like this for my own peace of mind. once upon a time i made it a regular habit to fling all caution to the wind. maybe this time, i can toss caution into a light breeze, but must make sure that its firmly attached to the end of my rope.
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