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Red bricks and grey walls
4:11 PM
Red bricks and grey walls

Woke up today to a cold and quiet house. Kitchen looked superficially clean because I washed up last night and nobody did much cooking anyway. I hate tip-toeing on the damn linoleum but with me its an automatic reaction. Sunlight streaming in through the window as I peep out. So glaring but so chilly. An appetizer of winter that I will throughly dislike. A backpack boy crosses the inner yard and I quickly pull my head back so that he can't see me in my morning deshabille because the windows aren't tinted. Why does the silk crackle with static when it slips off?

Messy tables, laundry and other mundane chores loom glaringly like black marks on the day that I choose to cut class. Spicy instant noodles and dramas don't help much. Even the fragrance of Crabtree & Evelyn's rosewater lotion dissipates too swiftly till there is nothing but an occasional, faint tinge. I don't want to be here today. Maybe I won't mind tomorrow, but just not today. If I could buy happiness in a pretty box I would. Or material temporary joy would do for now but I don't know what to buy despite endless browsing through shops.

I can see vases and flowers on the window sills of other apartments and it soothes my stubbed toes. Don't send me chocolate today but send me flowers. Without any thorns, please.

Written on Tuesday, October 21, 2008; 4:11 PM


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