the Insane Trip

Holy Shit in the Clouds

“Holy shit,” she said.

Ah, must be one of them newbies. A boyish hair cut, dressed for comfort, (khaki shorts, man!) but crazy nails. You know those awesome glitter artsy deco nails that you see in brochures, or in the movies, or for some fashion show? I get to see them on a breathing living thing called a woman who was sitting right beside me.

Must be the clouds. Them newbies get excited seeing the fluffy clouds up close. They’re pretty, aren’t they? Soft.. ungraspable.. droplets of water.

“You look like a Chinese!”

Oh. It was me she was referring to. Not them puffy clouds. She realised I wasn’t Chinese when she saw the name in my passport. Ah, today I’m superior for a moment: Dear clouds, today, someone went holy shit because of me.

When she filled in the departure/arrival card, we found out we share the same birthday. The birthday paradox, fancy that?





I landed. So what if Sakie doesn’t appear? Hmm.. Wait for 12 hours and go back. Then I recall Paul asking, “Wuh, you’re not going to have your own mini holiday?” Okay, good point.

Revise plan.

Get a taxi to town. I’m a tourist and conveniently, I don’t speak Thai; they’ll get a nice fat sum out of me, and then I’ll curse up and down. With the money left, I’ll see what I can do, where I can stay, and for how long. Go for lone crazy adventures. Okay, perhaps more of stuff out of pamphlets. That’s docile, right? *sighs* Then head back to LCCT safely. Oh, and delete Sakie’s number of course.

Right. Sounds like a backup plan, only that I think I might chicken out and just wait the bloody 12 hours and head back to LCCT right away. Sounds better.




Exit.
Ah, I see someone.. thin.
Oh, so it IS him. Hello! *waves*




He laughed listening to my backup plan, especially when it came to the part that I took into account the expensive taxi fare. Today he learns something new. Malaysia has lemang: sticky rice in a bamboo.

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