Saturday, January 23, 2010

gatsby smells edible-ly good on my fingers

7 more days

"dad *break* you gotta let me go *break*"
~Hannah from Hollyoaks

it actually does feel like only yesterday when i left the country of warmth to enter a country of bitter coldness. when i spent a whole day on a plane, going in and out of sleep. when shorts were worn to keep cool and when looking like a pillow was not yet a trend. when taking a shower was not a matter bout keeping warm but keeping clean. but now its been bout 4 weeks and im leaving this cold, snow-worthy country to a place of warm humidity. i will leave the place which i once left bout 8 years ago, once again. saying bye to those who have felt the pain of my leaving before. but this time it will be different there will not be an air of despair but the will be with the knowledge that this separation is not for forever but only 4 more years. This world, although ive only been here for a short period of time, has done good for me. my fingers are still left cold every time i exit the comforting warmth of my house but they are no longer pale white as if they are dead, but they are a scarlet red, a stinging red. Although more painful its a sign of the much need blood RUSHing throughout my finger tips. its a sign of life.

Breaking NEWS: my tongue is bleeding. lol i could go all vampire and describe how delishly yum the warm hot blood feels as it goes down my throat. but that would be inhumane. therefore all im going to say is that my tongue got caught on my braces, from overgrown wire resulting from a lack of orthodontist visits.

rain smells delicious and fresh. it smells likes new life, a new start. but there is no such thing. every year the good and the bad roll on into the new. the old interrupts the new. but theres always the good to make us smile.

ITS ILLEGAL TO HANG ROUND STREET CORNERS AT NIGHT.
so technically the government is saying it ok to get raped in the middle of a street just not on the corners, where lamp posts are normally positioned.

I have been a typical girl, a typical slave girl. every time someone comes to our house, i must be polite and make tea. a warming drink to entertain the guests. we only have a set of 4 cups that look the same. those are the cups we present to our guest. Im an expert tea maker now.

TIPS ON MAKING TEA:
4 people = 2 teabags
brew tea for 3 mins
indian people like STRONG tea.
milk = a dash
sugar? a must

i like chocolate=]

hearts, li-ming

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