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Sunday, November 9, 2014
A letter to my reflection, my other self.
Today (6/8/2014), I'm flying to Bali. I have been awaiting to go this place for a long long time. I have read about Bali, and even watched television about Bali, but never had the chance to go over. Previously I nearly made it there but due to work commitments, I had to give up the trip. By giving up on the trip, it meant voiding my ticket, canceling my reservations, and my tour. It's a sad sad thing to do. It's like you are looking forward to it, but you just had to let it go. This time, I finally made it. I can't explain or even describe how excited I was.
At the airport, as I was checking in, I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my tummy. It was like almost the same kind of feeling that I felt when I left for Bangkok. That kind of excitement, and so looking forward to to something. Couldn't feel happier, and excited. As the plane took off, I bid Singapore goodbye. I will be back home in a few days time. For now, allow me to seek comfort in another place. Allow me to see the other parts of the world, and immerse in their cultures.
Throughout the flight, I didn't manage to sleep. I was that excited, like how I was feeling when I was on the flight to Bangkok. I kept my eyes glued to the window, and I saw those clouds floating by. I don't know which region I was in, but hey, I saw those fluffy clouds and the silver lining of the sun. You can't imagine how thrilled I was. I felt absolute peace, and I could hear myself breathing. I didn't hear any voices, or thoughts. That moment, just that moment, I felt alive. I could imagine myself touching those clouds, and allowing their softness to wrap around my fingers. And then I thought how wonderful it will be to have your fingers locking mine. It's almost like an unity of peacefulness, and the thoughts. I pictured myself running amongst the fluffy white clouds, allowing the wind to run through my hair. I pictured myself stopping by the clouds, and peeling off a bit of it. The moment I put them in my mouth, they melted. They became water. They didn't taste horrible like the rain. They tasted like spring water-sweet, and refreshing. Just like how you are.
I turned to my coconut, and I asked her, "do you think we can eat the clouds? How will they taste like?" She replied "why would you even want to eat the clouds?" "They are so fluffy, and they look so delicious." "Oh, like cotton candy. Hmmm, I think they will taste like the rain, yucky." "Oh? Hmmm..." So what will do you think the clouds will taste like? Will you agree with my other self that clouds will taste like spring water?
You know, the moment that I touched down, I was literally bursting with excitement, and a little fear. Just a little. I'm afraid people might go "taxi taxi. Where you going?" And they might quote me incredibly high prices. Haha. Other than that, it feels so amazing to be at the airport. It's clean, and filled with nice statues. Even the airport eludes the strong cultures. It felt almost exactly the same as when I touched down at Bangkok airport. Oh, my other self, can you relate?
The journey to the villa took about 2 hours. Coconut's and my ass were abut to split. It's that long, and the bumpy ride. However, thank goodness, the villa was awesome. It certainly made the cracking of coconut asses worthwhile! The people there were nice, and the place itself is serene, and filled with all the amenities.
Alright, that's all for day 1. I can't wait to go back there. I believe you will agree too. I'm sorry for neglecting you over the past few days as I didn't have much alone time to reconnect with my other self, but you are always there with me on the entire trip.
`beautiful delusions_
7:01 PM
