The Sound of Your Music
It’s a funny thing about those cliched “business trip” encounters when life deals you a big, fat Hollywood-type Chance Meeting and you find yourself on the plane back home, wistfully gazing out the oval window contemplating life and fate and all those other preoccupations so “in” these days. When I woke up this morning, still hazy from the late night chat that threatened to run on forever (me still standing in the hallway in Godawful, pinchy shoes), I got what I consider the most excellent note I might’ve ever received to date. It was written on the back of the hotel’s smallish bedside writing pad. It said, “Brisbane wouldn’t have been the same without you” right in the middle, surrounded by all (or most) of the stuff we’d been talking about for the two days.
Each set of words brought up memories with an intensity I hadn’t expected. Then again, do they even qualify as memories when they happened, what, the day before? But the way I was hit with it—by the chance meeting, the conversations, the laughter—it was, to say the least, the best thing ever to come out of the whole thing. Rolling the name over and over in my head. The poetry of it, the flow of a name longer and more colourful than we’re allowed to with our Chinese names; it’s almost obsessive compulsive.
Hands Down, it’s the best thing I’ve ever imagined.
Scribbled on the plane on 14th Jan. Last line added today.
nice… I would say that Chance is relative… put an ant on a hot stove for a minute and it will feel like an hour to it, sit next to a pretty lady for an hour and it feels like only a minute ;) Heh… Chance or destiny, the line is blur like a minute or an hour……
you said you’d EMAIL!!!!
what’s going on? hmm…
Exciting is it not? The limited schedule, the rushing around an unfamilar place, a friendly face, a smile, the sound of bells in the laughter…is it no wonder that trips and holidays are so ripe for…eye-opening potential?
The lavish lobbies, the carpeted hallways, reflections in the bus windows, glances over the rows of heads on the plane. It’s a pressure cooker for, pardon the pun, flights of fancy…
Everything looks so much better in small dozes and in new places….
at the very least they make good inspiration for writing stuff ;)
don’t PEOPLE read this blog? [the rest edited out for secrecy]
jun> i was waiting for you to caaall. glad you’re back safe and online! okay now i’ll e-mail. haha. :P
i’m also really amazed that the last three of us posted at 5:23 together. whoo.
indeed. w00t!
was i supposed to call you? man. i don’t know. i’m a bit spaced out these past few days.
and i’m tired. and it’s only 5pm. and i wake up at 3am and can’t go back to sleep.
jetlag. poopyshit.
poopyshit huh?
hardcore, jun