Friday, October 07, 2005
rather, i shall name you stormcrow, bringer of bad mrt trains
saw k at the mrt station today. we got onto the mrt train and experienced a Mildly Exciting event. the doors refused to close and authoritative lilac-shirted men with spitting walkie talkies came into our compartment (we felt so special! and cramped!) and fiddled with the red lock that they tell you not to touch under pain of Heavy Fines with shiny keys on a big key ring. after ordering us on and off.. and on.. and off again.. they finally fixed the doors (which refused to close properly) and off we went.
yes, strange things happen when i'm around. i know.
my asthma has made a triumphant return. my chest feels like its being squashed by a giant hand, my voice has become permanently hoarse and 14-year-old-boy quavery and merrily leaps registers twice or more in one sentence. i am trying not to talk. i haven't felt this nasty in years. it's been more than 6 years since i last had to use an inhaler (p5) and almost 10 since my last major attack.
am medicated up to my ears and so not very coherent today. check back tomorrow, or the day after for an interesting story about my mentor.
+ fictions&fires
2:07 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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