Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Look, I don't have a problem. Well, today was pretty activity-filled!
1. Massive photo taking in the morning. We missed doing zuo wen, which I am happy about, and we missed History, which I am not happy about. Will have to remember that I have recess appointment with Ms Ong tomorrow!
2. Forgetting that I had a match against RGS.
3. Having the match against RGS, in which I didn't make fielding mistakes, and this is a First. I have already silently congratulated myself. However, batting wasn't very good. Nevermind, I know I'll hit better the next game!

Sound: Of skin being scratched. It almost takes on a fluidity, like melted ice cream or thickthick soup! It rustles. You know, when you hear skin on skin, the sound is unmistakable.

Will not: Wear gold or golden rings. I think they are very obiang. Also, we must practise self-effacement. I like silver rings! They are modest and cool and HEY we who wear silver are aware that we make silver look like a million bucks (even though it isn't).

Ate: A lot.

We: Can live on hope alone, but what about living in that second for that second for that second? If you held me I would only live in that moment that you held me, and not think about how you've never held me before, or how you will never hold me again. Hope can kill, you know? I want to be cradled and sung to sleep.

Heart: More or less whole, like how a slice of cake is whole. A Whole Slice Of Cake. And yet, that slice is part of something bigger, that of the Whole Cake.

I: Will be more mature about things that I don't like. I will not do my damndest to alter the state of affairs, but I will not sit quietly either.

Never: Say never.

Hope: (I thought we already agreed this was evil?) That we find something to say in all this mess.

My sister is away at camp. I wonder what she's doing? I wonder if people ever wonder what I'm doing, because I do wonder what other people are doing sometimes. I wonder if people think of me. I think of people. I think of some people more than some people think of me, which is okay, because you don't have to be thought of in order to exist. even if no one thought about e, I'd still be here, triumphant in my existence. HAH! I find it easier to breathe when I think about things other than what it is that makes it difficult to breathe. Inhale, Exhale. Breathe in silence, breathe out madness. As my lungs fill with nebulousness my heart can pump it all the way to my spleen, my gut, my toes and the part of my head behind my ears that hardly anyone ever touches. It is not because we have no love for one another. It is quite the opposite.
Which reminds me.

Ache: Irritation.

- we want everything but we don't give enough away.
by @ 7:38 PM