Lost in Transition
I stubbed out my fag in the ashtray and detached myself from the page-turner that I was holding. It was the first time that I’ve been to One Fullerton and honestly speaking, I think it’s beautiful. If not for some careless girl’s negilgence, I would not even have discovered this place.
I checked out the crowd (people watching has always been my unofficial obsession). To my right, a Caucasian girl scissored her chocolate muffin with a fork. She gingerly placed the fork into her mouth, as though her sin would go unnoticed if she was cautious about it. She herself was buried in a book, and I was tempted to sit myself beside her to find out what she was reading.
Glancing over to my left, a Harrison Ford lookalike was on the phone. Pristinely ironed shirt, tie, suitcase and all, I whispered "businessman" under my breath. "No kidding? That’s fantastic. Well congratulations…….." I eavesdropped.
In front of me, 3 Korean girls. While I measured them from their Gucci shades and Chanel handbags, I was certain that they were judging me as well from my pierced ears and tattooed arms.
I picked up my phone and called Katie. Her name is spelled as K a t i e in my phonebook because I realised that by putting spaces in between, she would be the first to appear when I press K. The very first photo that I took of her flashed on my handphone screen and I pressed the phone onto my ear. I amused her with my childish jokes and it seemed to please her. Before we put down the phone, she said "I miss you". And with a smile fondly on my face, I replied in reciprocation.
I took a deep breath and continued to read from my book…..
"The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it."
Suddenly, being lost in transition doesn’t seem so bad after all.
August 23rd, 2007 at 6:51 pm
hey buddy! we need to do some serious catching up huh! haha. let’s see if it’s poss to meet up soon yah!