magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
things i enjoyed when i was four
...that i still enjoy now.
1. peeing in the shower (without getting caught)
am i weird? i think it's very liberating to pee in the shower. it feels good at the very least. maybe i was just a very repressed child
2. eating chocolate
3. dozing off with my bolster
sleeping isn't shiok without my bolster. my friend theorises that it's actually a subtle form of societal mind control that accustoms you to hugging something to sleep at an early age, so you'll associate having a foreign object in your bed (ie husband/wife) as comforting and not invasive. hence an increase in marriage, and subsequently reproductive, rates. he's doing politics at stanford on a govt scholarship... go figure
4. biting people
i don't do this any more, but it doesn't mean i don't still enjoy it. stop thinking dirty btw.
5. reading in the toilet
oh man, i used to spend hours in the toilet. my mum used to blast me for reading too much. she was convinced i'd go blind from the incessant eye strain... hoho. she doesn't seem to say anything about my eyesight nowadays when i'm looking at 10-cm-thick pathology and microb textbooks.
6. swings
i'm lucky enough to still have swings at my place! my friend and i (both 20 years old mind you) swung until she nearly threw up. haha. swings are just the ultimate playground toy (now that they've replaced proper seesaws with those weird things that just bounce gently up and down)
ok bored. and it's time for frisbee.
lover, hand me that locket hanging
'round your neck and near your heart
where all your secrets go when they get lost
and on the other side you'll find
i won't be too far behind
somewhere tonight someone's waiting
to be taken home
somewhere tonight someone's pining
silent as a ghost
(away, so long, farewell my love)
--furniture, postcards
+ fictions&fires
3:25 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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