I think the sun’s a pretty hot place. Judging by today’s heat anyway.

I pack away lunch at my frequented chinese place, but not all of it. It is nice and cool in the restaurant and having to step outside is like having to go back to work on the day after the last day of your vacation. I walk to my car, open the door, sit down, close the door and I feel like the inside of a freshly baked chicken pot pie. I wind down the windows because the heat is suffocating. With a flick of the wrist I wake up the engine and together we drive towards the mountains. We have to stop 20 miles from its foot, but the very act of driving towards the mountains is a much welcomed and refreshing illusion to take our minds off today’s scorcher. I lean my forearm parallel to the car and beyond its frame. And I do the wave. The wind catches my palm like a sail, and I ride its sinusoidal swell. I feel free like a bird, light as a feather, sun on my face, wind in my hair. But all this will soon end. 20 miles from the foot of the hill. They only allow me an hour for lunch. An hour would be enough to make it there and back and even do lunch… on a straight road.  But you know what? Fuck it. It’s a lovely Thursday afternoon, too good to waste. I’m going all the way and leaving the world in my dusty wake.

I just realized that I’ve totally neglected my journal for more than a week now. And what is funny is that I did not once stop to say to myself, “Hmmm! it’s been some time since I’ve written to my journal… but not today, I’m totally wiped.” Nope. I did not even stop to say that. It was as though I had totally forgotten about my digital existence.

Sometimes I’m not even sure why I put my life and my thoughts on display. I guess I’ve never really thought about how some of it’s contents could hurt the people involved in my life’s little drama. Or even how I may end up hurting myself by leaving the formula of my being naked to the world, accessible… manipulatible… by strangers, by friends, strange friends or friendly strangers… or even by you.

I say, “see you later” to Malaysia as the plane hits international waters. My dramamine kicks in and I awake in Japan. I eat my last “in case you’re hungry” spring roll from Mom in Japan and it’s back on the plane again for another 10 hours.