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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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in need for more soma
I love my aunt and all, but sometimes her care and concern is rather misplaced. When I came home feeling like shit, I walked past her having lunch in my living room (as she usually does on weekdays). She was the only person I met when I came home, and I was rather out of energy to walk over and have a little chat with her, or explain shit. I just wanted to stop moving.Aunt: Are you ok? Me: Yeah. I'm just going to go sleep now. Simple, right? But that simple interaction leads to something more... when I'm sleeping. Sister (shakes me awake): Hey, hey. Are you ok? Are you ok? (starts feeling me for a fever) Me: (Annoyed) Mm...Yeah... Sister: Do you want to eat anything? Water? Me: No, I've eaten. I just want to sleep. Sister: Oh ok. Sleep, sleep. And a little later... Maid: (shakes me awake) Liang, liang. Are you ok? You sick ah? Me: (More annoyed) I'm ok. I just want to sleep... Maid: Sure not? Want to eat something? Drink some water? Me: No... I just want to sleep. Maid: Sleep ah? Me: Yes... Haha. My extended family and their wonderful ability to spread worry and concern to others (as impeccable as their timing is). Its one of those laugh and cry moments, honestly. Starting from next monday, I'm going to bring a bottle of chewable vitamin Cs to class and eat them at random intervals like sweets. I'll label it my soma. Healthy soma. “Was and will make me ill, I take a gram and only am." |