Thursday, November 26, 2009

11/26

We have not forgotten. We are still on the battlefield.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Watching from the sidelines

Tryin' hard to focus on the good
I'm tired of divin' for the pearls
And every dawn is another morning less'

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Poker face

She wants to pack a suitcase together with towels and socks. And then she asks me if that's weird.

I am hoping it's just those she wants to pack :).

I'll see your weird and raise you one.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Gathering threads

The landlady told me that her friend's D's 4 year old daughter is being treated for leukemia. She was this really cute and thin girl with teeth missing, and the image of chemo being done on her was just too harsh. The prognosis is good, the landlady said, there's 99% chance of full recovery.

Hmm..How's D doing?

She has a stable marriage, so it's good.

I paused for a second, wondering if it was expected that couples break up over cancer. And then she continued.

What I meant is that they've got each other, their marriage has a really strong base to take them through.

Ah that makes more sense. Or so I thought - until I read this pointed from here.

Keeping it real

I am what you see first, what you feel first and what you really want to do. I jump out of bed with fists clenched and you'll know exactly where I stand. You acknowledge me, me and you get along fine. You ignore me, you speak out one lie, two lies and three lies, then am on my knees, buried under soil and untrue filth while you cower in your false light hoping I don't disappear.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Guilty

A wasted space.

Don't move. Don't even stir.

Breathe if you must, but know that it's in waste.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Beware of this kind..

The kind of person who always always had someone to take care of things and expect you to do the same, no matter who you are.

This short little girl, whom we shall call Short, walked in class last week looking extremely huffed and flustered. She automatically turns to me and announces, "My watch's battery is gone out.'

Oh, I reply, not really interested.

"I hadn't noticed it" Short continues walking towards me. "It happened all of a sudden. Before and all, I used to give to him and he'd take care of it"

Hmm..

Now, I didn't know who 'him' meant. It could either be her husband (poor sucker) or even the watch repair fellow. But I did know what's coming up next.

"Do you know anything about watch repair?"

Err..no.

"Ok..what's the time?"

Since then, every time she's run into me, including at class today, she's asked me the bloody fucking time.