The Enchanted Ceiling

DEAR TEAH

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I have never missed your presence more than when I went to the Tour De Nerdfighting thing ALONE AND WITHOUT YOU!  

It was wonderful and I had a great time and I met wonderful nerdfighters!  Also, the fact that when 500 miles came on like 75% of the audience started marching was a beautiful thing!  All in all it was a touching and overwhelming experience.

However, Teah, do not take any of this to mean that I can handle life without you BECAUSE I CANNOT.

Love,

Lana

*JELUZ* IS IT STRANGE THIS IS WHAT I MISS ABOUT AMERICA? Hanging out with cool people?!

The 500 miles marching tho!!

It seems like I’m in a rage with a lot of things that starts with P this morning. Parking. Printer. Penis, too, I would imagine, if someone flopped it in front of me.

Ride

Dad sent me to work this morning because my car is still his car.

It’s the first morning of the week in Brunei after a long weekend of Chinese New Year celebration, so roads were calm; a lot of people are still out celebrating. The ride to work was smooth with little traffic. We drove onward with the darkening sky above and the cool air circulating our environment; a cardigan nestled on my torso and a scarf was wrapped around my neck trying to defeat the cold.

This is the second time this week I’ve been driven somewhere. It makes a nice change. The first time, I listened to one and a half CD of audio books. This morning, I finished half a Sherlock Holmes story during the ride to work.

Reading or writing while travelling somewhere is one aspect I miss about Singapore. Train and bus rides revolves around avoiding the terrible programme they show on the provided television screen. So, any other form of distraction other than allowing your brain to rot with a prank show is always a better option. Reading or writing is always my favourite; the shaky nature of transportation adding to the effect of what you’re reading or every bump on the road forcing a plot from the book to be stored in your memory. When I got into a bus accident four years ago, I remember reading Maureen Johnson’s Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes.

City life can be cruel and hostile, but city life also gives you time to relax before you have to face any tension.

Voice

This is probably mega withdrawal, but I think that’s what you get for waiting for a television show to come back for so long and being spoiled by the outcome. Anyway, since last night, I’ve been listening to The Memoirs of Casanova’s audio book read by Benedict Cumberbatch.

I knew he’s a good voice actor judging by his hilarious imitations of Jonathan Ross and Alan Rickman, but I laughed so hard whenever he brings up his French accent because it is just great!

But what strikes me the most is the way he reads. Guys, I once wanted so badly to be a voice actor; I still do now! I think I’ve given up on that dream while listening to the Casanova audio book. Obviously there are vague sex scenes in Casanova’s memoirs, but the way Benedict’s voice drops from a deep alpha male to a softly spoken lover in the sex scenes makes me shudder everywhere.

I’m like, COME ON. THE DICTIONARY NEEDS AN AUDIO BOOK. GET BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH TO DO IT.

His looming figure came closer, and I wanted so badly to jump him and feel the leathery six-pack of his uniform under my fingers, and I was hoping he wanted to kiss me until I lose my senses there and then, but instead, Batman looked at me and was like, “You have beautiful eyes.”

WHAT AM I DOING. SOMEONE STOP ME.