Pei-Ru's Thought Bubbles (and photos)

A Theory

If I were a mango, I would never have guessed that I would one day be cut off from my loving Mango Tree Mama by a muddy human hand; cut into slices; hung on a nylon string to dry; then put in a bag to be sold around the world as a delicacy, "Philippine’s Famous Dried Mango."

If I were a fish, I would never have guessed that I would one day be hooked when I took a bite of a shinny object floating in the water, not because I was hungry, but because I was bored; be put in a Wall Mart ice-chest with Vons ice-cubes; be sold at a high price to a Japanese restaurant in San Francisco; be skinned, I hate feeling so naked; then be wrapped up in rice and seaweed. What is rice anyways? I've seen seaweed but what is this sticky, pale, group-living creature called rice?

If I were a piece of diamond, I would never have guessed that I would one day be interrupted from my thousand years sleep by an old tractor; taken away from my mother land on something that rocks all the time (a boat); be picked out by an 80 years old grandpa who wears glasses that amplified his eyes to the size of tennis balls I met on the transportation that rocks all the time; be tickled by some kind of drill till I was shinny like the sun; then get purchased by a mysterious guy in a purple cloak to be set amount other shinny rocks around a large mirror. (I've heard that most other diamonds get to see the world by traveling on pretty girls' fingers, but why do I have to sit in a old, odd house with this guy with a purple cloak?)

My point is... I guess... we can never know what is going to be at the next corner we turn, what tomorrow will be like, and the future awaiting could be as unexpected as it could be. "Truth is stranger than fiction." I'm gonna go read a book in the Willytown sun.

Love and Hate

The past week I have been left without a cell phone. You know, I thought it was a no biggy since I never loved having a phone... but MAN. I was lost. Since no one else lives on my floor, I couldn't find anyone to dine with (except amazing Quinn saved me quite a few times and I love hanging out with him) I got lost in Lenox and couldn't call the store I was going. I couldn't find Emily who was visiting... blah blah blah. But I have to say, I got a few early good night sleeps because I couldn't find any friends to hang out with. :P

What these few days had made me think about is... how our society has changed that actually makes us dependent with technology. With the creation of cell phones and probably even heating system, people live farther and farther away from each other. (You know, like penguins, snug snug, stay close to other penguins to get warm) People talk to each others for shorter time and often put stuff till later instead of talking face to face, “I will call you later.” I REALLY didn't need a cell phone in Pah Leurat, Thailand. I can just walk down the street to say hello and people are always sitting on their porches for a good chat. But here, I feel like I NEED a cell phone.

I really enjoyed the quality time I spend with people these past few days. Now I’m getting a new phone in 30 mins. Will my world be different again?

I Think...

I actually like jet lags, when it is between 3am and 6am. During those hours I'm fully awake and it seems that everyone else, even the night owls, are finally asleep. I hide in the night to write and explore when no one is watching. Right now though, it is 12:32pm. I am sitting at the airport hotel lobby waiting for my time to take a taxi to Laguardia airport.

Sleepiness is sweeping over me like um… an irresistible bar of chocolate… I just want to take a big bite of it, but I shouldn’t. So, let me play a little here.

There are two silver-haired grandpa and grandma sitting by me. In the faded pseudo-Victorian sofa-chairs, they seem to belong there for the next century and both are wishing that they had met each other earlier. She is talking about how expensive Gucci bags have gotten and he is talking about how nice a fellow Tiger Woods must be. Earlier they both reached their hands out for the New York Times at the same time and now they are sharing the newspaper. She has the health section and he is reading the sports pages. Somehow though, they both remained on the first page of their sections…. You know what I mean. She says, “Man, my stomach is making some noise!” He says, “Mine is, too!” (but I can assure you that, cough cough, his has been quiet, and maybe a little too “full-looking”). Now, you know where these two have left me to, leaving me here alone fighting my jet lag without any entertainment… I think that… they both changed their flights so they can chat longer, then, cough cough…

Anyone wants to create an ending to this story for me??

Anchorage?

Taping a gas stop in woo-hoo Alaska before I head to school!! Well, first of all I have to pick up the car Patrick, my bro, left me. My first car and it is filled with TV, junk, and prob. trash he didn’t get to take care of!!! How amazing is my brother!! Really though, I still much prefer him staying in Boston a wee bit longer or last school year would be the only time we ever live close to each others.

Most people I talked to never really look out this airport when they stop here. People are semi-sleeping, talking on the phone, stretching after such a long flight from Taipei, and staring at their feet. But man! It is Alaska right outside!! Snow-capped mountains! There are bears catching fish in cold, crystal, bottled-water-quality, water; birds are freezing their asses off because it is COLD, Patrick is only miles away, getting ready to concur a mountain extraordinaire. Actually… he just told me that it is about… 50F here…

Oh wait, boarding already. Write more soon.