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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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Monday, November 17, 2008 6:04 PM
keep it there, in my head
Today I had three ringgit sitting in my pocket.
I fancied getting a bar of beautifully textured white Toblerone. Or a sexy caramel Mars bar. I pictured the purple goodness of ribena saying hello to the taste receptors on my tongue.
And then concerned faces and 'motherly' voices pushed their way through these thoughts to start the age old lecture on proper eating habits.
So I made a left instead of driving ahead to the trusty 7eleven with
'got three dollars burning in my pocket, i know, i know
i got, i got, i got to keep it there'
singing in my head.
It made my heart sink. It brought to mind the loss of the past week. It drilled in this head that memories of the melody and rhythm are all that's left - nothing more - cause even youtube doesn't have it. Viruses that steal memories in pictures and songs are by far the most cruel. Even the cheating computer whiz that charged way more than necessary isn't as bad.
...is sad.
This, however:
'all my troubles in the rear view mirror, i know, i know
i got, i got, i got to keep them there'
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has made it just that little bit better.
I fancied getting a bar of beautifully textured white Toblerone. Or a sexy caramel Mars bar. I pictured the purple goodness of ribena saying hello to the taste receptors on my tongue.
And then concerned faces and 'motherly' voices pushed their way through these thoughts to start the age old lecture on proper eating habits.
So I made a left instead of driving ahead to the trusty 7eleven with
'got three dollars burning in my pocket, i know, i know
i got, i got, i got to keep it there'
singing in my head.
It made my heart sink. It brought to mind the loss of the past week. It drilled in this head that memories of the melody and rhythm are all that's left - nothing more - cause even youtube doesn't have it. Viruses that steal memories in pictures and songs are by far the most cruel. Even the cheating computer whiz that charged way more than necessary isn't as bad.
...is sad.
This, however:
'all my troubles in the rear view mirror, i know, i know
i got, i got, i got to keep them there'
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has made it just that little bit better. minx wrote at6:04 PM
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Saturday, November 15, 2008 12:26 AM
he knew even before i told him
There were two extra light bulbs in the floor. I wondered for a very long time if they noticed.
The way my vision would blur before getting the focus right on the light bulbs provided much comfort. Maybe it was the momentary excuse to keep this head down. Or the fact that none else were using the light bulbs as a refuge. But whatever it was, it provided much comfort; perhaps too much.
. . . . .
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My toes would curl tightly, holding the other toes in tight embraces every time I heard the question mark.
The black lines at the bottom of my white pullstring pants was the most interesting of patterns in the room.
The guitar is the best instrument to be created in times when a tune is required most desperately (and every other time too!).
Never have I cherished the freezing air conditioning more than today; the inhumane temperature made being alive just that little bit more worthwhile.
The voice in this head would scream thoughts but the voice from the throat would shrink away into a whisper only to go unnoticed.
Those were the thoughts of tonight - yes, tonight I thought in one liners. The full stop at the end of each sentence posed much fear but was strangely comforting. I'm aware that this is a contradiction of sorts but that is something I don't think I'll be able to change.
To have gladness be the result of the little episodes of awkwardness and discomfort wasn't too much of a surprise. I trusted the footsteps next to mine and now have been iniated in with a porridge of some sort. Right now, this chalk-drawn box around me will have to expand because my forcing at its corners won't stop until there's indication that I should.
Thank You.
The way my vision would blur before getting the focus right on the light bulbs provided much comfort. Maybe it was the momentary excuse to keep this head down. Or the fact that none else were using the light bulbs as a refuge. But whatever it was, it provided much comfort; perhaps too much.
. . . . .
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My toes would curl tightly, holding the other toes in tight embraces every time I heard the question mark. The black lines at the bottom of my white pullstring pants was the most interesting of patterns in the room.
The guitar is the best instrument to be created in times when a tune is required most desperately (and every other time too!).
Never have I cherished the freezing air conditioning more than today; the inhumane temperature made being alive just that little bit more worthwhile.
The voice in this head would scream thoughts but the voice from the throat would shrink away into a whisper only to go unnoticed.
Those were the thoughts of tonight - yes, tonight I thought in one liners. The full stop at the end of each sentence posed much fear but was strangely comforting. I'm aware that this is a contradiction of sorts but that is something I don't think I'll be able to change.
To have gladness be the result of the little episodes of awkwardness and discomfort wasn't too much of a surprise. I trusted the footsteps next to mine and now have been iniated in with a porridge of some sort. Right now, this chalk-drawn box around me will have to expand because my forcing at its corners won't stop until there's indication that I should.
Thank You.
minx wrote at12:26 AM
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008 9:59 PM
for the white E.T.(s)
For the uninitiated, it must have seemed like a death sentence was just passed for the entire 100-something people in the auditorium. The amount of gasps coupled with clutching of chests(hearts?) and being stunned to the spot they were standing in and in the very exact pose seemed a little hilarious though.
I guess being cooped up in an auditorium with non-functional air-conditioning could seem er, devastatingly painful. Yes, I admit that the way the warm air hits you in the face the moment you pull open the door was less than comfortable but the reactions garnered from the 'official confirmation' from the lecturer was haha, too funny.
To be fair, the management brought two E.T.-like portable air-conditioning units so we would not recycle our neighbors' air. This is just one of those, 'E.T. blows/sucks air, er, home?'. It's as if, if allowed the knee-height white devices would roller its way around the room blowing air (and running all over your feet cause it can't see) to find a way home. It's so endearing that I almost wish it's home is my home!
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As if that's not enough, it has anaconda white hoses for a tail with a sucking mouth at the end to er, I presume to blow out air (?). How, you tell me, to not be fascinated?
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This is one device that is not only endearing and white but also helps when the room is too warm/stuffy. Too cool not to go clicker-crazy which was unknowingly observed by classmates. That's why studying with psychologists' to be(s) is difficult - nothing gets past them.
But it's cool la, come on, I can't be the only one to find it fascinating.
Don't lie now, I see you!
I guess being cooped up in an auditorium with non-functional air-conditioning could seem er, devastatingly painful. Yes, I admit that the way the warm air hits you in the face the moment you pull open the door was less than comfortable but the reactions garnered from the 'official confirmation' from the lecturer was haha, too funny.
To be fair, the management brought two E.T.-like portable air-conditioning units so we would not recycle our neighbors' air. This is just one of those, 'E.T. blows/sucks air, er, home?'. It's as if, if allowed the knee-height white devices would roller its way around the room blowing air (and running all over your feet cause it can't see) to find a way home. It's so endearing that I almost wish it's home is my home!
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As if that's not enough, it has anaconda white hoses for a tail with a sucking mouth at the end to er, I presume to blow out air (?). How, you tell me, to not be fascinated?
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This is one device that is not only endearing and white but also helps when the room is too warm/stuffy. Too cool not to go clicker-crazy which was unknowingly observed by classmates. That's why studying with psychologists' to be(s) is difficult - nothing gets past them.
But it's cool la, come on, I can't be the only one to find it fascinating.
Don't lie now, I see you!
minx wrote at9:59 PM
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