(regarding a certain carnival in malta)
A: You know, there are these carnivals and me and my wife went to one, and there was this guy who had a condom over his head
B (who happened to be passing by): was his name dick by any chance?
i cannot believe that i was actually contemplating telling the biggest lie in my entire life.
what have they done to you, michelle lim…?
sigh.
i don’t know if you still read :P
but if you still do please feel free to comment HAHHA.
(but don’t comment with your real name la ok)
anyway i don’t know why i made it sound like a big deal but i’m happy that you know
(because i’ve been wanting to tell you for the past 4 years LOL)
and somehow things seem like they are actually going to be ok and that all is not lost
(okla im being very drama)
and i’ve said this but i am going to say it again – I’VE MISSED TALKING TO YOU LOADS
…
wheee
:D
a duckling in an astronaut suit.
nothing more.
(go me!)
i stumbled upon a line spoken in a movie (now forgotten) and it went something like this
(OH WAIT I REMEMBER IT NOW IT WAS GREEK WAIT LET ME GO AND REWATCH THAT LINE AGAIN HAHAHA)
it’s a cold world out there, and when the fire goes out, it’s nice to know someone with a match.
i suppose if it were to be taken in the context of the conversation in which it was originally spoken it wouldn’t mean the same thing as i take it to.
(not the point)
anyway i have come to the conclusion that things probably aren’t as dire as they seem and perhaps all is truly not lost because he was right and one does not always need to be physically around to be counted on.
i’m sorry for the way i’ve been acting for the past 3-4 years. thank you for bearing with me.
the past week has left me a little reckless and i am still trying to settle down
(but luckily you leave liao la cos i need some rest and my room back HAHAHAHA :P jk)
okla ass. hope to (literally) see you again lah.
PS. this post is far from being an exhaustive reflection of my feelings. i know this postscript is redundant. whee
the floodgates are being slowly pried open.
:)
the process
or
the result?
i wanted to post an emo post about how i came back to an empty house after k left for the abysmal cold after being probably equally cold here in dundee for the past week
(i’m rambling intentionally btw)
but i’m not going to
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and then i wanted to blog about labels and how i realised that i’ve been trying very hard to label certain… people and just bulldozing my way through while acting like the labels are actually sticking when they’re actually not.
(i’m not really concentrating because i am thinking about D. Gray-man…)
i should stop all this labelling crap.
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midnight’s children. i think there’s something wrong with me. the bell jar. sickened. a wild sheep chase.
category: books that i am (kinda) reading simultaneously -_-
13th April 2009:
A few skater boys skated past me on their skateboards one day. I’d never though I’d had the capability of being so poetic but for that moment I felt as if the grating of their wheels on the sidewalk was the sound of your wheels grating on my heart and how my heart was not unlike a mush of tomato relish (it has bits in it) spread over the sidewalk, glistening and wet and sour with bits in it. I then tried to compose a haiku about the whole thing but 5-7-5 = impossible.
But in reality it was your heart and my wheels.
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And then we’d talk and I’d open my mouth and all the unspoken words will tumble out, torrential, loud, explosive and they will all flow down the stairs and I will lie limp and exhausted. You will prop me up against the banister and retrieve every single word and comma and exclamation mark and rearrange them neatly onto a piece of paper and somehow manage to make some sense out of them. You will then fold the piece of paper into the shape of a heart and burn it. You will be burning my heart. But it is okay. (the rest of this paragraph was deleted because it was overly shudder-inducing HAHAH.)
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22nd January 2010:
It’s funny how I still think the same thing when I hear the sound of wheels grating on a sidewalk.
