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Sunday, July 29
Supercede
Perhaps its that the nail of the little toe on my left foot has finally removed itself from the precariously uncertain position of looseness that it's been occupying for the past few weeks (ie. it fell off), or the fact that I am going to watch The Simpsons movie some time soon - but everything somehow manages to seem fairly cheery despite the less-than-fair weather of late. Yay.
Friday, July 20
Rrrrring---
Somewhere in Romania, a phone booth sounds, like a scene out of a 90's gangster-kidnap movie. Back here, I'm only aware of hitting the call-back function on my handphone, amused at the fact that phone booths aren't anonymous over in Europe. The only difference is I'm paying a bomb instead of threatening to set off one. Still, who can say they've dialed a phone booth in Romania?
Mania. She licks her cream-covered fingertips, savouring every last bit of the yellow-fleshed delicacy. People turn up their noses as they rake in the smell, but damn, she revels in it. This is the season to be jolly, you know. And as if this fruit wasn't miraculous enough, the husks themselves extraordinarily help rid her of the lingering scent - until next time.
Time! Snarls, grunts, pants - the bevy of noises in a single 3 minute round. We've seen everything from spell-binding to nerve-wrecking, from regret to relief; we've seen the fire in some eyes and we've felt it in ours. 5 on 5, a team effort, and much more to lose. Did we see the fire that day? I can't say for sure, but one thing's certain - next year we've got to burn again.
Gain, in other words. "But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord." Phil 3:8. Kind of turns things on their heads, doesn't it? Still, it's good to know that despite whatever else, surpassing worth is exactly what Patricia has now.
Now, we love.
Monday, July 9
Transform This!
Okay, so if there's one lesson I learnt today, besides the fact that I should never underestimate the sub-zero climate that a movie theater is liable to provide, it's that I should listen to myself more. Because a few months back, while countless males around me were eagerly anticipating what promised to be the ultimate fulfillment of their childhood dreams, I was already scorning what my imagination envisaged Transformers to be - big robots and lots of dust clouds. As it were, after many many claims of its awesomeness, and finally convincing myself that perhaps it holds some unconceivable brilliance, I pushed skepticism aside and bought a ticket.
And call me a girl, but there you have it. Big robots and dust clouds.
Faux.
Makeshift pleasures;
Survival is cheap
It's the joy of living
that's hard to upkeep
Dusty streets break
Off into dark alleys
"High" used to be our middle name
But now we've hit valleys
You mock the subtleties
like the world is your stage
But even your fire
Grows weary with age
It's not the details
that matter anymore;
It's just that everything
Was much simpler before
Thursday, July 5
Zousan
Yesssss, I'm back. But more later.