Hazy summer

More than a month now since I last blogged—a possible travesty considering a wealth of photos and entries documenting my daily life in this almost public journal of the trips I’ve been to, or my ramblings and soliloquies of love found and discovered, have not been published. To be honest, while I don’t feel an enormous pit of sorrow welling up inside me, I do regret the fact that I didn’t write as much, as it has been my passion.

Right now I will not talk about the Cameron Highlands trip that I’ve been to that ended in considerable disaster in the form of a non-functioning car that required thousands of ringgit to repair, or the foresty stay at Sekeping Serendah, or to Genting with Esther and Tony, or to the countless of Meeples sessions with my friends (mostly with Jerm, PY, and co. who were there nearly all the time), or the RoM with Tomoko and Ben and the after party, or the movies and dinners and co-operative gaming sessions with you.

Instead, I will talk about the upcoming Laos trip and how it both excites me and depresses me at the same time, as it signifies that your time here with me is drawing to an end. I remembered how excitingly agitated I became the night before your arrival, and now, I might be agitated again for all the wrong reasons.

Spending every waking hour with someone you love, while it’s the best possible thing to have happened to anyone, could turn into an emotional rollercoaster when this hazy, mystical summer draws to an end. You spend what seemed like an entire lifetime learning about your partner’s little quirky habits, like how you’ll use a fork while eating as opposed to a spoon, only to be torn away for another good year or so while your physical presence is spirited away.

But if we’ve done a whole year of non-physical communication before, surely we can do this again.

Next stop: Laos. In 3 days time now.