Sunday, August 29, 2010. In the knowledge
that Bojang has flees Sarah and I boiled our bed sheets and I cleaned our
bedroom with hot water and vinegar. It smelt clean and fresh and I was pleased
by the end of the afternoon when all was defleed. I spoke to my family in the
early evening and for the first time saw my big brothers new girl friend, a
quick intro talk then back to speaking to my Mum who subtly disapproved of me
using our family name in one of my stories. I found this strange at first but
then again I suppose one should ask before dragging others personal things into
one’s own little world of words.
Sarah and I went back to the Sichuan restaurant
again. I was bent on having a meal alone with Sarah. Having my efforts thwarted
first by going out with Zhaobing( which was nice) then a night later when I
wanted to go out alone, Sarah invited Haohao( which was not so nice) and THIS! Time
I was adamant that we would have a night alone. When we got to the restaurant
the fizzy boss shouted “ your friends are also here” and he pointed to Zhaobing
sitting with two other people. My heart sank as Sarah with knee jerk reaction
went to say hello to them. It was actually a very pleasant evening after I came
to terms with the fact that it wasn’t going to be a secluded romantic night for
two. Zhaobing brought a big bottle of bie jui which with the haunting,
annoyingly potent echo of my Mums disapproving voice in my mind we proceeded to
consume very quickly. As Zhaobing filled my cup to the brim I thought how in
China drinking hard spirits is quite a respectable manly show which is
performed in front of family and work colleagues where as in the UK this amount
of drinking would call for a few hell bent friends in a shady corner who wanted
to disrespectfully nose dive into oblivion. What I mean to say is that large consumption
of alcohol is encouraged and praised in this part of China where as in the UK
it would be viewed as it should be as over indulgent. Over here, swigging back
shot after shot of stuff which is stronger than anything which has ever been legal
in the UK is applauded by my parents in law as a show of my manliness and my honor.
But to do the same thing in front of my English parents would be distinctly
A bubble kept long below a fallen stone,
stagnant, raises green to the surface to find the world blue and white. Its
oily exterior holds for a moment as a bubble on the water, it holds its form tensely
then bursts under the movement of the current and the wind. The air released is
revitalized and carried on into the vastness of the sky, the blue ozone keeping
it all together.
bubble kept long in a dark space of blackness moves though eons of time to the
surface, It reaches the tense surface membrane and brakes though, blue and alien
against the indescribable new colors of the cosmos, it hold for a moment as a
almost perfect sphere then pops, torn apart by the rush of speeding light which
forms the surface of the universes sea, the barbed movement of strangely
colored wind transports infinitesimal fragments of the divided world among the
expanses of space.
bubble kept long below rises to the surface beyond space and time. Pure light,
bright and shimmering. Existing and self aware in every moment that has and
ever will be, It imploded in on itself into nowhere.
A bubble kept long below the surface rises………..