I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
asmara a la Perancis di Sepanyol, Amerika Syarikat dan alam siber
2007-11-04
Summer 2006
Four days came and went and suddenly the end arrived.
As the minutes flew by all I could feel was his lips and the soft brown of his hair and my bleeding heart, all the things that fill the coming year and I ached from the looming absence of his presence. We didn’t say good bye; there were only kisses and longing and clawing and desire and sadness at La Guardia, where he didn’t care for the staring eyes and all I could say was Je t’adore, Joël, je t’adore, and his words were too fast and all I could comprehend was that he would miss me, ma belle, while my heart raced a million miles a second as we turned away from each other and I didn’t look back like we promised.
October 2007
Joël: You realize we didn’t meet up this summer.
Ida: Yes.
Joël: We have to double up next time.
Ida: Double up, eh? Sounds like a plan.
Joël: That time in New York, that was good, no?
Ida: Very good.
Joël: The aftermath is a bit rough, though.
Ida: For a moment I was convinced I was in love with you.
Joël: Same here. Our parting at the airport was really something.
Ida: (Laughter). It sure was. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone that hard.
Joël: So when shall I see you next, beleza?
Ida: Well, Christmas is coming, but I’m sure that’s probably hard for you to swing.
Joël: True. Summer’s much better for romance, anyway. How about Paris?
Ida: No, you’ll have home-court advantage.
Joël: (Laughter). No I wouldn’t!
Ida: India? How about India? Or other parts of Asia we’ve both never been.
Joël: Sounds good. I don’t want to stick out too much though.
Ida: Well, if that’s the criteria, we’re limited to North America, Europe, certain parts of South America, and Australasia.
Joël: Plenty of space. But I want to go to Asia. Malaysia? KL?
Ida: No, please.
Joël: Why not?
Ida: I don’t want to be a tour guide.
Joël: (Laughter). OK.
Ida: Take off your shirt.
Joël: (Laughter). What the hell? Where did that come from?
