we're running out of gas

shooting stars are not stars at all. they're just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. what we wish on, when we see one, is only a trail of debris.

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"you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

she lies down, her head pillowed against my shoulder. every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

-my sister's keeper. jodi picoulti.



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sort of hibernating
i think sometimes i need that..
wonder how people go for endless parties and not grow weary.
but then again,
thats just me.


anyways.
eternal throb in my head!
it only occurs repetitively every afternoon.
cant blame it on math since i have officially left my brains to disintegrate ever since promos..


how now brown cow..
should i quit my job as a tutor..??
i wont be employed and be part of the paycheck-recieving working population to contribute to the economy! (though im aware that my measly pay hardly counts for anything but still.!)

i think i might miss the kids..
esp the 8 year old! (yesyes my favourite friend ah. haha)
though she sometimes cooks up fictatious comments like 'teacher i like your smile cos you look like a baby' :\ (imagine an 8 year old telling an almost 17 year old that she resembles an infant!!)
but sometimes also says the truth 'i love wendy teacher!'
and she also cries when i dont turn up or turn up later than usual..
so awww.
and how could i forget when we had such fun playing play-doh..
and when i sat there listening to her whine about how she hates her sister cos she stole her clothes, didnt let her cross the line of separation on their table.. (though i know deep down she loves her)
and how she persuaded me not her friend her classmates who pissed her off cos 'they very irritating one you know' (though i obviously dont know any of them..nor did i agree not to friend them cos in the first place, we arent even friends.! a logic she will never comprehend..)
and when she quizzed me endlessly about my boyfriend (who is, of course, non existent, but she somehow knows better than me myself and every week never fails to doodle stickmen on the whiteboard and surreptitiously scrawls 'wendy's boyfriend' on top of the spiky head of the latter..)
and..

okay so i will miss the kid.
:(
its so strange if you think about it..
never thought i'd grow fond of an 8 year old and actually be friends..


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my train of thoughts suddenly backtracks to friday!

sometimes you just have good times with people
you dont exactly plan it but when the night falls and you find yourself walking around amongst well-lit streets (with a new buy in tow :), talking and gaining epiphany (of yourself and of the other person too) AND eating favourite one dollar ice cream (hahah), it makes me reallyyy happy.

happened a few times with different people
and the next time,
i hope it'd be with you.
but errr..
pretend i didnt say that..


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we were such geeky thirteen year olds,
i miss all of that.
(you and your soccer socks!)