14 June 2008
10:24 PM
no place like homeit doesn't come all at once. instead it
starts out a seed, implanted within the
untouchable realm of your heart, the moment you
choose.
it doesn't come all at once. instead it
stirs awake in its quiet corner, under
the covers of coveted content, the moment you choose
to open the door.
it doesn't come all at once. instead it
takes root in well-toiled soil, imprinting
its first impressions inside, the moment you open the door
and walk out.
it doesn't come all at once. instead it
twitches in irritation on initial tremors
coursing through your skin, the moment you walk out
and close the door.
it doesn't come all at once. instead it
seeps, it bleeds paths through your heart,
marking a trail, the moment you close the door
and walk away.
it comes all at once. in the instance of re-entrance.
when the cold air rushes in your face. when the
beautifully mismatched colours leave you amazed.
when their smiles extend a dearest invitation. when their
every move flows with loving reconciliation.
when the music plays and your heart sings. when their
laughter rings, and tingles on your skin.
when you taste the flavour of blending in.
when you open your eyes, and soak the light in,
you know you've reached home.
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stranger
is it strange? how we walk the streets each time with
not a care about how that man lives, or where this man came from,
or what the other guy had for breakfast today. that, as we
in our minds draft a list of things-to-do-once-i-get-home,
chores to attend to, meals to settle, work to complete, ya-da-ya-da-
y- Oh! Sorry ma'am, I didn't notice your foot.
in our world, we multi-task. it aint a choice, you learn it, and
keep up; or leave it, and lose out. you walk, you talk, you recall,
you predict, you plan, you - Oh, sorry sir, but I'm really in a hurry.
we don't stop. we never stop. 24 hours a day will not allow it,
time is running short as it is. Her? Nah, someone else will be of
better help. Him? Perhaps not, I've no time to search for loose change.
the fastest way to get from point X to Y is to travel in a straight line.
couldn't be better phrased. we fix our eyes
on our destination alone. no distractions. no sideway glances.
no pauses, no pauses! no averting your gaze!
how many people do we meet a day? how many pairs of eyes do we
look into?how many passers-by cross our path and our
mind?
who cares about the stranger stranger?
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and, compliments of eve hoon my dearest cousin <3!
eve says (22:36):
YOU HAVE AN OUTER SHELL
I DONT LIKE HOW IT SMELLS
IN FACT IT STINKS ALOTTT
IT SMELLS LIKE CHERYL"S SOCKS.
eve says (22:36):
hahahaha
eve says (22:36):
omg.
and that was not enough for her.
eve says (22:38):
cheryl's writing a poem
but noting much rhymes with this word
so maybe i'll change the pattern
i think ts very absurd
eve says (22:38):
HAHAHAHA.
eve says (22:38):
omg.
eve says (22:38):
i suck.
sorry, i just had to add the last line in. to well. give her some credit for admitting the truth.
xD
and you wonder why i still love her, after all those, ahem, flattering limericks.
I LOVE YOU TOO COUSIN. *ultrasmile*, in your terms!
today was just, splendid. and YES it definitely pwns studying by 1035725936036782967825 times more. thank you fiona, jeremy, eve! ((((((: (i don't actually have that many chins thank God)
