There have been so many first-times in our lives that I for one have started to loose track. The first time I blew my nose onto a newspaper that was handy (tip: not a very good idea), the first time I stalked an elusive crush (FYI those charges were dropped after I bribed him with a fruit and butt nut). The first time I read 'Love Story ', or the first time I tricked my lil sis into believing she was adopted. Aah, the pleasures of being a complete whacko. I stare into (cyber)space today and wonder when was it that we stopped enjoying these tiny emotions.
The first time I was at an international airport I was thrilled beyond my senses! I could not pull myself away from the endless counters at duty free. London-always wanted to visit that city, but had to make do with wandering terminal 4 at the Heathrow Airport (for 5 hours!!). Had my nose pressed against the Boots store, unable to go in (it cost me $4.75 just for water!!!) nor walk away. Burberry perfumes, Hermes bags, Harrods.....sighhhh...... My friend had to literally drag me away from the airport lounge when our flight was announced the second time.
The first time I smelt the earth wet after the rains, I knew there was a reason to live!
The first time I lost faith in a friend...though I was sloshed out of my mind to remember what happened, I do know that it felt like a physical blow. It sucks to loose a friend, and shattering to loose the best kind.
The first time I realized I was living all by myself, I was stumped. It actually hit me when I was doing my groceries. My roomie and I got into this debate over which was the best toilet paper. I realized, Shit! I am taking care of myself. Along with an exhilerating sense of liberation, I felt alone in a crowd.
The first time I had chai with my roommates at 2 in the night, we rambled on till the first rays of sunlight hit our windows. I realized that the best things in life come in small packages.
The first time I wrote a blog, I just wanted to keep going.....
The first time I smelt the earth wet after the rains, I knew there was a reason to live!
The first time I lost faith in a friend...though I was sloshed out of my mind to remember what happened, I do know that it felt like a physical blow. It sucks to loose a friend, and shattering to loose the best kind.
The first time I realized I was living all by myself, I was stumped. It actually hit me when I was doing my groceries. My roomie and I got into this debate over which was the best toilet paper. I realized, Shit! I am taking care of myself. Along with an exhilerating sense of liberation, I felt alone in a crowd.
The first time I had chai with my roommates at 2 in the night, we rambled on till the first rays of sunlight hit our windows. I realized that the best things in life come in small packages.
The first time I wrote a blog, I just wanted to keep going.....
and here comes your first comment...
ReplyDeleteWay to go !!!
although.. when a sentence begins with "my first time..", I hoping to hear about something else :-p
ReplyDeletehehehe...i know I am a letdown most o d tyms :D
ReplyDeletejust make sure its not an infatuation .... after my first attempt at blogging i was overwhelmed by myself that i never wrote anything after that for a very very long time.
ReplyDeleteI started public speaking instead... !
If you were smarter you would ve asked the people standing behind the counter at Heathrow if you could pass on through.. they usually let you do that if your layover is less than 24 hours.. ah fuck.. ass.. always wanted to say that
ReplyDeletewrite your next post! :)
ReplyDeleteoh my my...this was a fabulous first write up!! very very well written :) ... miss u so much girl!! well, the first time even i would hva etold u that :))
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