Tuesday, April 17, 2007
All Grown Up
The eraser used to be the one magic tool,
nasty little squiggle at the end of the r?
Erase it away, no worries.
But soon, we were introduced to crayons, paint, and finally pens.
you think, liquid paper never seems to do what the eraser could.
The day arrives when you wake up,
stare into the mirror, and try to rub away that dirt on your face.
but you soon realise it ain't no grime.
pimples have arrived.
One day
you'll understand.
some blemishes, are here to stay forever.
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Spent last Sunday at the mortuary. It's strangely comforting, to see the photo of gonggong popo together. The one photo they took together, and it's used before their urns. but still, it does take a lot of the sadness away, to know that gonggong ain't alone anymore. Or so, we choose to believe.
The mortuary was crowded. Remove the rows and rows of urns, and the thousands of lighted joss sticks, and one can easily mistake it to be a picnic gathering of families. Everyone's loaded with bags of food (some paper), and it's obvious some hasn't seen the other family members for a long time, from the way they chat excitedly. Everything has a function, religious rites have theirs hidden. Sociology has taught well.
Disappointed that the elders haven't bothered to organise a lunch for afterwards though, and we splitted ways so fast.
Examinations lurk ahead. okayy, they aren't that sinister actually. but they're still evil. muahaha.
still trying in vain, to get my mom to give me the green light to head to UK alone. she's been having temporal cases of deafness even before i can get the words "i can just sit put in the plane and not move! not dangerous one!" out. and my dad's just letting my mom decide. sigh.
if it isn't UK, HK might do it.
At least, i think there's the trip to the zoo to cheer me up. :)
The eraser used to be the one magic tool,
nasty little squiggle at the end of the r?
Erase it away, no worries.
But soon, we were introduced to crayons, paint, and finally pens.
you think, liquid paper never seems to do what the eraser could.
The day arrives when you wake up,
stare into the mirror, and try to rub away that dirt on your face.
but you soon realise it ain't no grime.
pimples have arrived.
One day
you'll understand.
some blemishes, are here to stay forever.
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Spent last Sunday at the mortuary. It's strangely comforting, to see the photo of gonggong popo together. The one photo they took together, and it's used before their urns. but still, it does take a lot of the sadness away, to know that gonggong ain't alone anymore. Or so, we choose to believe.
The mortuary was crowded. Remove the rows and rows of urns, and the thousands of lighted joss sticks, and one can easily mistake it to be a picnic gathering of families. Everyone's loaded with bags of food (some paper), and it's obvious some hasn't seen the other family members for a long time, from the way they chat excitedly. Everything has a function, religious rites have theirs hidden. Sociology has taught well.
Disappointed that the elders haven't bothered to organise a lunch for afterwards though, and we splitted ways so fast.
Examinations lurk ahead. okayy, they aren't that sinister actually. but they're still evil. muahaha.
still trying in vain, to get my mom to give me the green light to head to UK alone. she's been having temporal cases of deafness even before i can get the words "i can just sit put in the plane and not move! not dangerous one!" out. and my dad's just letting my mom decide. sigh.
if it isn't UK, HK might do it.
At least, i think there's the trip to the zoo to cheer me up. :)
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:36 PM.
