January 31, 2014

Test Post #2

Please read this email ONLY 3 hours after your meal! Please also stop me from telling you such stories if you wanna barf!

I usually have this problem when I travel, especially when I travel far or when I have to get up very early or sleep very late for travel - I cannot poop on my regular schedule! The metabolism of my body rejects to travel!

So it happened on my way from SG to Beijing. I was not able to poop in the morning because I was packing and taking the MRT. There was no feeling at all - common on me when I travel. In the late afternoon I transferred in KL. There was a lovely garden in KL airport, so I walked around in the garden a few times. But there was nowhere to sit in the garden, so I left and went to the gate. The gate of my flight was not open yet so I had to sit outside the gate area. The area was very boring and the artificial light there was terribly designed. I am quite sensitive to the quality of the environment so I disliked the place. I started to read, but I fell asleep soon. After an uncomfortable nap, I decided to move.

I found Starbucks on the mezzanine floor. I am not a fan of Starbucks except for the hilarious and splendid one in Mumbai. But that was a cozy spot I could find in the airport. So I bought a green tea latte and sat down in a comfortable couch.  I stretched my exhausted legs, listened to some music, read a few pages of a book, and checked emails. The nice music, the warm light and the cozy couch relaxed my nerves. I felt very happy. Then I found Mr. Cannan online, so we chatted. Soon after the starting of the conversation, I suddenly felt a very strong feeling ..... I wanted to poop! It was not diarrhea, just purely an urgent feeling! I tried my best to hold it, but it was difficult! I had not finished my drink, and I really liked the couch - I didn't want to leave! After a while, I realized I had to go to the restroom. So I pretended that I was going to pee and my flight was taking off soon... I rushed to the toilet and felt so relieved afterwards!

Beijing was very dry, and the mornings and evenings were cold. Plus my home is not a relaxing place. My body reacted. One of the reactions was - I could not poop for three days in Beijing!

Then on Monday when I was on the way back from Beijing to SG, I transferred in KL again. This time the transfer time was shorter. I was more experienced, so I went directly to Starbucks. I ordered the cheapest coffee, and sank into exactly the same couch that I sat on Thursday. I stretched my body, listened to the same irish music, surfed Internet, checked emails, and then I found Mr. Cannan again online. So we started to chat. Very soon, something took place...... Guess what?! Yes! I wanted to poop suddenly, a very urgent feeling at that moment! After four days without pooping, in the same couch, in the same situation, after sitting down for a short while, when talking with the same person, I had exactly the same feeling! I tried to hold it again... But soon I gave up! I quaffed the coffee - Judy is not a coffee lover - and ran to the same restroom....

So this is the disgusting coincidence. I think that couch is famous for evoking pooping. If anybody wants to cure constipation, he or she should go to KL airport and sit on a magical sofa in Starbucks!


Test Post #1

I have no good ideas yet... so i will provide many brainstorm ideas below... you may pick or craft or change or ignore any of them ... and i'll keep thinking too...
An experiment in knowing someone through stories
Overlapping Stories
Overlapping Tales
Overlapping Tails
Entwined Tails (like two cat tails... ha! the image comes to my mind)
Knowing Through Memory
"A pretentiously named blog about ourselves"  (haha, this is tongue in cheek)
My Pages of Color and Memory
From When I Came (From When We Came)
Book of Stories
Wandering Stories
Did you know
Stories
From Whence Came the Poet, From Whence the Carpenter
Electric Memories
Radio Signals from My Past
Of Water That Flows
[I feel very stupid writing some of these names. Please don't laugh at me!]
Tell Me One Story
We Are Stories Only
Past is Stories