Sunday, March 07, 2004
It is 10:50, she shouts. Not yet 10:51, but never to be 10:49 again. This makes her stomach churn. Another 10:49 goes by, and wasted. Thrown away and discarded like the shoes she threw away last Tuesday. She's now shoeless, and minuteless.
Today, today, today. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Where have all the 10:49's gone? I don't remember anything from this weekend, not that I remember anything anyhow. It's true. Everything I have learnt in the past four years of highschool, I discard a minute later. It's all memory work for me, and when it's not needed, it exits out my left ear. Not the greatest way to learn, but it gets me through life for the time being.
Friends have left on planes to build schools in a far off land. Or Mexico in other words. My mother disapproves of the lack of friends I have.
...I can't remember if I brushed my teeth tonight. I suppose it never hurts to do it again.
I don't think outside of the box.
The End.
Today, today, today. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Where have all the 10:49's gone? I don't remember anything from this weekend, not that I remember anything anyhow. It's true. Everything I have learnt in the past four years of highschool, I discard a minute later. It's all memory work for me, and when it's not needed, it exits out my left ear. Not the greatest way to learn, but it gets me through life for the time being.
Friends have left on planes to build schools in a far off land. Or Mexico in other words. My mother disapproves of the lack of friends I have.
...I can't remember if I brushed my teeth tonight. I suppose it never hurts to do it again.
I don't think outside of the box.
The End.
