Alright, it’s official. This blog has magical powers. Godly magical powers. Or someone among the 24 readers of this blog has magical powers. I rant about not being able to laugh-out-loud in this blog and within ten hours, I am suffocating (no exaggeration) because I can’t stop laughing , as are my my kid, my friend L and her daughter, as we sit around the table trying to eat Thai and Chinese food and having the rest of the diners shoot daggers at us for the ruckus we are creating. There wasn’t even any uterus talk involved ! Either the people at Flower Drum spiked all deserts (“kachang”, there I said that again) with alihotsy, illywig wings, Knarl quills and the like, or our pons were infarcted because that is when things got out of control and the four of us made noises that would scare the hyenas away.
There was one particular woman across from me, who was dining with a gentleman, perhaps husband. She shot a wistful glance at us every now and then. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I could not stop laughing long enough to walk up to her, pat her on her shoulder and say, write your yearning in your blog, it will change.
My stomach is bunched , my voice is hoarse, my throat is sore and head, light.
Thank you magical blog. Thank you magical reader. Most of all, thank you L for the laughs you gave me today.