Saturday, June 16, 2007
jello snake tree
Meet Manda.
My early memory of her was her giving me a 6 inch fruit jello snake
in one dry Susan Earps lecture. She then demonstrated to me
The Appropriate way to eat a jello snake: Pinch one tail up, face
facing up to the ceiling, mouth wide open, chew gradually upwards from
the bottom end and slurp the last half like a noodle. I was amused.
She may not be so girly, but i think she is many things healthier.
She is warm and charming and owns the art of making people comfortable
around her. She takes her time to get to know people, and peels the
characters often unobserved down to insecurities. So naturally,
she would break many hearts along the way. And yes,
she admits she did. But I can tell she is never anyones regret.
When I think of Manda, I think of the girl who spoke up when
the room fell silent and awkward. I think of the walks around the city,
half-priced Monday movies, and spontaneity. I think of the girl who dived
the sea and climbed the mountains. I think of great long talks of juvenile
things like Seths hairdo, apple crumble, and the politics.
To thoughtful things like love, family, and God.
She inspires me to dream differently. She wants to be like a tree.
And she reminds me of a tree. She reminds me of something that grows
and gives and true. I envy her closeness with nature and her love of our
home country and self-worth. It is something so admirable that I would be
ashamed to not follow her lead.
She likes her tea with milk. She likes her clothes comfortable,
her make-up minimum. She likes to sit on the right side of the couch,
a Mac on her lap, ever-playing some songs.
I’m so glad we were once housemates.
She is a total rockstar.Good luck, Manda.
Posted by nidya at Saturday, June 16, 2007