Monday, July 17, 2006

One Down, A Million To Go


10 monts later, for insufficient supplements. But still happy!

Sugar, spice and everything nice; that's Meera for you. Or maybe it was that Bubble Tea...hrm...

Disclaimer : This makes your lungs a mesh of black tar. Trust me, I've seen such lungs.


When I sit next to her, it’s my job. It’s unsaid. It’s assumed. It’s a quiet submission. No questions asked. I submit. I do not question. I do what I have to do.

While she skews left and right. While she dodges here and there. While she crams in and out. While she cries sublime obscenities up and down;

I cradle her bag.

Yes, over the years, I endured many changes; bags do come in different colours, shapes and sizes.

Size: a constant huge
Colour: a constant psychedelic
Shape: a constant edgy

So what’s a variable then, while she cruises along with a match-box peach Kenari and I ashen faced, scream as she maneuvers along the vulgar roads of hurry-burry PJ?

I know the contents of the bag. Dog like loyalty does give you the right to probe, you're with me? Mostly, it’s to stash away that 1 Utama’s parking ticket, or the “Eh your phone’s vibrating!!!!!”, or the Top Gun sunglasses….(was Tom Cruise HOT or what??!), or, let’s not forget, mints…..ummmm……

“Oh!”, was my only response this time. Plus of course I cannot explain in detail my facial expression; that flair for words I do not posses.

Marlboro Lights greeted me this time. And oh! what a surprise it was.

No, no, it’s not like I was in the dark. It was a cultured habit, a phase, “It’ll pass”, she says. She grabs it from me, while I bewilderedly considered my choices.

She lights one, after successfully, turning the radio off and winding the window down. Exposing our hairdo to the breeze of the highway, I still considered my choices. Then, I made it;

“Can I try?”, meekly I asked. I roared in laughter.

She hands me the slim, sexy, angelically white roll. I hold it like a pen.

“Eh! How do you flick?”,
“You don’t need to..”,
“But, I WANT toooooo…..”,
“Hehehhe, wait, hold it proper….underneath the yellow bands, k k, yes, yeah, so use your thumb to flick”,
“There…..wooooHooooo”,
“Now, listen, inhale…..eh eh, not like that, don’t hyperventilate…hehheh, yeah, that’s right. Now do it proper with the fag”,

One long swig, one suspended moment, one tarry breath, one burning sensation, one blackened pesticide laden throat later……..

I coughed, and coughed and coughed….behind laughter and short-lived hysteria.

I horded mints later, my mom shall not know.

So, one down, a million to go.


Current Music: Teddy Geiger’s Confidence.