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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A thousand boats dancing on the bay

The clock is ticking.
Hearts will do what hearts should do. They go on thudding, thudding, painlessly and painfully at the same time, uncontrollably. It's a rock that's part of you and yet not a part of your being.
Grow up, and dust your clothes after you fall. Dry the tears and wipe the blood. Clean yourself up and brush your hair. It falls across your face like nothing else ever does. Meanwhile, the clock ticks slowly, minute by minute.

"All I wanted was for you to be happy" Well, look where it ended up. The end of the long journey has brought you here, to the ending.

Wow, the hardest and darkest thing I've read in a really long time.

Okay, yesterday! We went back to Henry Park and it was awesome. Like, really. I bought this notebook and pen from the bookshop which is now enormous (well, relatively) and it's a nice notebook! Okay yeah. Then after that we went to Jelita and ruitong and I bought pork ribs and started pigging out on them.

And then we went to Jenn's house and I DROPPED THE PIANO CHAIR ON MY FOOT. D: Now it's swollen and hurts like hell. And it left an enormous bruise too.

Am mugging orienteering like hell now. Now I just need to type it out.

Posted at 3:04 PM




The What

Hello darkness my old friend. This is a blog. My blog.

The Who

Shermine.
A mostly depressed and disillusioned individual, but may be occasionally high (although that's pretty rare).

The Which

I shall hide the cbox because it's starting to annoy me very much.

The Where

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