half past nomad

To those who frequent:
I honestly have not had the chance to write anything at all. I barely have any pc time whilst on vacation and it’s only with great sadness i pass the only Apple store nearby everyday with so few chances to feel the sharp keys of an iBook below my fingers.

So many thoughts nowadays. It’s scary what happens when you start actually thinking. To just be driving or eating or walking and just thinking about things. You actually get things done (mentally speaking ofcourse).

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I sat down to a late dinner at my sister’s, the time 3AM. Heated up the meat in the m’wave and threw in the pita bread in the mini oven to heat pronto. Lying there on the table was a can, blue, sparkles of dust visible in the bright light flooding the otherwise dark room. The can had some writing on the side, going vertically up, etched in white on the light royal blue.
I remembered how the can came to be here.

December
My mom asked us, over the webcam, if we wanted anything else brought from home. The youngest ‘un was coming over. BB eagerly said “3 cans of pepsi!”. A little weird of a request yes, but a request given to immediately. 3 cans of pepsi were brought over from the UAE in a few weeks.

We drank the cans carefully, saving them for special occasions for ourselves. Because you see, no one but us pro’lly understands what this means to us. To most people, its just a stupid blue can, with a taste that costs 60 cents from the machine down the dorm hall. It means nothing, is useless, a waste of valuable exotic goods space in a suitcase.
It’s not that.
It’s a can that brings us a taste of memories. It’s a can that reminds us of a childhood far far away. Of victories, of hot summer days, of cold malls, of dirty seaty children hands clamoring over the ring to open the can. Each sip of the drink reminds us of our lives here, of endless traffic, of young kids blinded by malls, of young 14 year old girls desperately trying to be 21.
We know. We can taste the difference of minute amounts, of gigantic proportions and invisible gaps.
It’s just a blue can in the end, yes. in your hands.
Not in mine.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 23rd, 2003 at 4:05 am and is filed under General Lee.