Sunday, February 27, 2005
-The dreaded pinch of anxiety-
Sometimes i think that my own sense of materialism is slowly cultivated not because of that i am, but due to the awkward moments of circumstances that drive me into thinking that maybe sometimes, its better to purchase things that are slightly more expensive. This thought came across to me of course, after the toilet paper nightmare i had to go through in public today.
But i should not digress. The calender and calls have come in, and who would realise that the alphabets we first learnt in our lives would actually come back to haunt us soon enough. And as immaculately the immediate, right thing one would have done, i have immersed myself into the world of books and computer games like never before to complete my ever faked ignorance towards the big friday. Just so i can be calm. What a sad irony.
Then comes the ever recurring thought of what my form teacher said. That of which she couldnt lie to people properly and always allowed her facial expressions to give the slip. And hence i pray. I pray for no awkward smiles. I pray for no wide grins. I pray for the straight tone in the pronounciation of names. I pray for rigidity and the overload of paralyzing botox on my teachers' faces when i approach them for the result slip. All i pray for is that glow of fire in my heart to continue burning with hope after the big D-day.
This session of writing has not been helpful at all. I may need to attend another foot reflexology session. And this time, i shall scream it all out. Just for the sake of it.
Written fashion may not be history @9:02 PM
