The Lamp - Shira Nayman

The weeks pass. Perhaps the snake that time has become will slither us out of this life and into another. Or perhaps it will jsut curl in on itself. Perhaps there is to be no other life than this.

unlike me

the previous intern is a petite, smiley, happy, bubbly, chatty, cute girl.
in comparison, i am just old. really.
ah, to be 18 and in love with love again! (now i am just single and speechless)

mini me

a bite into the kaya-butter bread that is lunch - i taste vietnam in july, savour your breath on my neck.

while at work

i may as well chronicle the random spastic lines that will never see the air of day (geddit? air?)

and return to oz being the current muse;
Dorothy must have her heels to click them

In a land where bad magic rules,
can Dorothy save her friends from evil fools?

While at Oz, do as Ozians do - Orz Not.

When the Tin Man is in danger of becoming a permanent Tin Can,
can Dorothy and her crimson regret save him again?


HAHAHA. you gotta agree that it's bloody amusing.

that lasts, and lasts, and lasts

"If you need to talk let me know k. :) have fun at work :)"

i don't need to talk. i need to go to sleep in your arms and wake up beside my sister and start 15 march all over again, and this time there will be no fall and there will be no forced-continuation of a dance that should have been kept in pristine condition

in stead it is now tainted, irreversible, and immortalised.

and i hate smiley faces in texts. shallow uncool easy bullshit.

i don't like feeling this way. :(

Dont Speak - No Doubt

thesaurus

lunchtime. leering eyes. nasi lemak. pimple. humidity. purple skin. megan corkrey. bkk. debt. car. cars. jacket collar poking into the top of the neck. peanut butter biscuits. the indignance of children. pastimes. past times. movies. hugs. kisses. skin. tongue. tears. more tears. more tears. hair. smell. rain. wet floors. sticky feet. wet hair. cold lonely walks home. basketball matches. head banging onto the concrete floor. 17 missed foul calls. 34 missed phonecalls. accidentally on purpose i fell in love with you and now i don't know what to do. let me leave me be. and dance my sole solace
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2 + 4 days of stunted silence and counting