"It's quite interesting you see, you are generations ahead of me and still we have experienced things that are very much alike.
Well, in the galactic time of the Universe, you and I are just seconds away."
"Observe this woman. She is wearing an red polka-dottish dress, with green boots and an oversized bag. I think she looks pretty much like a flower, you see, she gots the stem, the bud, the petals and all..."
"Hey, where have you been?
I was walking in circles."
"How old do you think you are inside?
Hmm.. I guess 25 or 26."
I wish I could remember all the beautiful/strange conversations I had in Melaka.
Less photos, more exchanges. Big fat bear hug and French greetings from an old man that looks like Robinson Crusoe. A ride to Pulau Gadong and Melaka Club, breakfast with an old lad by the sea that concerned spiritual practice, time travel and inter-racial harmony - with Counting Stars on the radio. Shared a big brownie log on Christmas Eve with the most unlikely companions. The infamous tales of Croatian man from Korean guy. Long walks turned to lying down on the grass field at night. Sun salutation in the morning with ten beds unoccupied made me feel like I was the only one left in the asylum. Crazy long houses, beautiful complexes, abandoned maisons and ukulele tuned in until the very last minute of Melaka. Sole detour after midnight on the very first day half excited half thrilled that I would get robbed or worse.
Mine are nothing but clutters of random encounters and stories. Stories that I could barely put together for your entertainment. But to be twenty-three year old with a heated scratched heart yet recklessly throwing that heart right out there for the people I have met - is quite something that would stay for good.
Well, in the galactic time of the Universe, you and I are just seconds away."
"Observe this woman. She is wearing an red polka-dottish dress, with green boots and an oversized bag. I think she looks pretty much like a flower, you see, she gots the stem, the bud, the petals and all..."
"Hey, where have you been?
I was walking in circles."
"How old do you think you are inside?
Hmm.. I guess 25 or 26."
I wish I could remember all the beautiful/strange conversations I had in Melaka.
Less photos, more exchanges. Big fat bear hug and French greetings from an old man that looks like Robinson Crusoe. A ride to Pulau Gadong and Melaka Club, breakfast with an old lad by the sea that concerned spiritual practice, time travel and inter-racial harmony - with Counting Stars on the radio. Shared a big brownie log on Christmas Eve with the most unlikely companions. The infamous tales of Croatian man from Korean guy. Long walks turned to lying down on the grass field at night. Sun salutation in the morning with ten beds unoccupied made me feel like I was the only one left in the asylum. Crazy long houses, beautiful complexes, abandoned maisons and ukulele tuned in until the very last minute of Melaka. Sole detour after midnight on the very first day half excited half thrilled that I would get robbed or worse.
Mine are nothing but clutters of random encounters and stories. Stories that I could barely put together for your entertainment. But to be twenty-three year old with a heated scratched heart yet recklessly throwing that heart right out there for the people I have met - is quite something that would stay for good.
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