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Monday, October 08, 2012

thoughts that pass through my head

(at least those that I am able to put on print)

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"There is something amiss," he says. She gave him a sad smile and shook her head, knowing very well what he wanted. "I want to kiss you, on the lips. I want to hold hands with you," he says. "It's not a good idea," was all she could manage. He kissed her anyway. He intertwined his fingers with hers anyway, as they walked under a single umbrella on a cold, rainy evening. He always found a way. "I want to keep you forever," he says. He, a fool in misery.

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Honey

An abomination: when, after having searched for the longest fifteen minutes of your life, you discover that there is no trace of honey in the kitchen nor the dining area. A household must always have these items: honey, cinnamon, and lemon. And olive oil. My enthusiasm, needless to say, boiled down to disappointment and frustration when I realized I couldn't exfoliate my face with the ever wonderful honey + sugar mix.

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Concurrence

I'm not entirely sure whether I learned something new or the lines uttered validated what I'd already known but kept at the back of my head (thoughts). Sometimes, experience is proof enough.

When Harry Met Sally

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Rain

I have been waiting for the rain to fall on our rooftop all weekend, but all that came was heat. Now it is here; the rain that I have been longing for, that I always long for. I should be enjoying a handful of Zzzz's whilst the rain pitter-patters on the rooftop, but usually, when the rain comes in at night, I find myself doing other things (reading, writing, watching a movie). When the rain comes in during the day, however, I want to do nothing but hide under my quilt and be surrounded by my pillows.

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Tricks

Sometimes my laziness is a blessing in disguise. For instance, when I decided not to bother correcting someone's mobile number in my phone book because it is missing a single digit, I had no idea it would bring me such good fortune in the future. (The "future" being last Friday's attack --read: molestation, harassment, and theft-- of the fine, aggressive ladies: Isabel and Malory. Also, Malory's attempts at "hacking" my computer were futile.) Anyway, I was deleting some messages from my phone (I like to do a "clean up" every now and then) and I discovered an item in my Outbox (where the non-sent items go to).

Clever, but not clever enough, ladies.

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Monday

I'm not entirely sure if there is anything to look forward to this week, except for the weekend that is to come. And payday, perhaps. (But not so much because of all the bills awaiting to be paid.) Then again, I like working. The busier, the better. It helps me keep my mind from wandering off, leading me astray into the 'dark world'. My mind can be rather disastrous at times. Cheers to mind-boggling activities in the workplace and being preoccupied; I might just be looking forward for the week ahead. Ha, who am I kidding? I just want the weekend to roll around the corner quicker than I can blink my eye. Then, when Friday evening comes around, time can slow down. //end wishful thinking


*I don't think I think enough.* tumblr instagram previous posts home	Monday, October 08, 2012 thoughts that pass through my head (at least those that I am able to put on print) --- He "There is something amiss," he says. She gave him a sad smile and shook her head, knowing very well what he wanted. "I want to kiss you, on the lips. I want to hold hands with you," he says. "It's not a good idea," was all she could manage. He kissed her anyway. He intertwined his fingers with hers anyway, as they walked under a single umbrella on a cold, rainy evening. He always found a way. "I want to keep you forever," he says. He, a fool in misery. --- Honey An abomination: when, after having searched for the longest fifteen minutes of your life, you discover that there is no trace of honey in the kitchen nor the dining area. A household must always have these items: honey, cinnamon, and lemon. And olive oil. My enthusiasm, needless to say, boiled down to disappointment and frustration when I realized I couldn't exfoliate my face with the ever wonderful honey + sugar mix. --- Concurrence I'm not entirely sure whether I learned something new or the lines uttered validated what I'd already known but kept at the back of my head (thoughts). Sometimes, experience is proof enough. When Harry Met Sally --- *Rain* I have been waiting for the rain to fall on our rooftop all weekend, but all that came was heat. Now it is here; the rain that I have been longing for, that I always long for. I should be enjoying a handful of Zzzz's whilst the rain pitter-patters on the rooftop, but usually, when the rain comes in at night, I find myself doing other things (reading, writing, watching a movie). When the rain comes in during the day, however, I want to do nothing but hide under my quilt and be surrounded by my pillows. --- *Tricks* Sometimes my laziness is a blessing in disguise. For instance, when I decided not to bother correcting someone's mobile number in my phone book because it is missing a single digit, I had no idea it would bring me such good fortune in the future. (The "future" being last Friday's attack --read: molestation, harassment, and theft-- of the fine, aggressive ladies: Isabel and Malory. Also, Malory's attempts at "hacking" my computer were futile.) Anyway, I was deleting some messages from my phone (I like to do a "clean up" every now and then) and I discovered an item in my Outbox (where the non-sent items go to). Clever, but not clever enough, ladies. --- *Monday* I'm not entirely sure if there is anything to look forward to this week, except for the weekend that is to come. And payday, perhaps. (But not so much because of all the bills awaiting to be paid.) Then again, I like working. The busier, the better. It helps me keep my mind from wandering off, leading me astray into the 'dark world'. My mind can be rather disastrous at times. Cheers to mind-boggling activities in the workplace and being preoccupied; I might just be looking forward for the week ahead. Ha, who am I kidding? I just want the weekend to roll around the corner quicker than I can blink my eye. Then, when Friday evening comes around, time can slow down. //end wishful thinking chrisfel at 03:18 << Home