Monday, April 02, 2007
Dear Diary/ Kitty
1. Dear Diary, I woke up early today and had breakfast. I got into an argument with my mother. Harsh words were exchanged, I left the apartment in a huff, I went to the school library. Then I realised the fight was all for nothing. Can I take back those words? No, I can't.
2. Dear Kitty, today was a busy day. I think I have a problem with eating and talking at the same time. I get extremely self-conscious about my mouth and the way I eat. I find it highly embrassing when someone is looking at me while they talk and a big piece of lettuce, halfway pulled out of the wrap with my teeth, flips over and lands on my chin.
3. Dear Diary, I don't quite like the way I walk. I think I wobble more than I walk. I don't like it. I think both my feet point outwards. I look clumsy.
4. Dear Diary, I don't like it when I'm saying something and his eyes are looking elsewhere, thinking up arguments to counter mine instead of focusing on what I'm saying. Then I realised that I do it all the time too. And not just with him, but with everyone else in my tutes.
P.S: My heart beats faster just before I speak in my tutes. It takes all the willpower in me to control the nervous pulse in my voice, though I think you can hear the heartbeat in my voice. (please, for God's sake, don't shoot my ideas down!)
5. Dear Kitty, I like using the microfilm machines in the basement of the library. It makes me feel like a detective, sourcing out murder cases from decades long past. But of course, history students are detectives too, right? But we aren't searching for killers. Not most of the time, anyway. We're searching for people and places and stories, removed in place and time, and the microfilms are our portals to these things. Pretty lousy technology, don't you think? When I tried winding one of the reels through the machine, the reel got stuck and then spat out two piece of paper at me when I tried to pry it loose.
6. I waited for a fucking phonecall all fucking day. Then I think I realised that it wasn't ever going to come. And I should be happy, but I'm not.
2. Dear Kitty, today was a busy day. I think I have a problem with eating and talking at the same time. I get extremely self-conscious about my mouth and the way I eat. I find it highly embrassing when someone is looking at me while they talk and a big piece of lettuce, halfway pulled out of the wrap with my teeth, flips over and lands on my chin.
3. Dear Diary, I don't quite like the way I walk. I think I wobble more than I walk. I don't like it. I think both my feet point outwards. I look clumsy.
4. Dear Diary, I don't like it when I'm saying something and his eyes are looking elsewhere, thinking up arguments to counter mine instead of focusing on what I'm saying. Then I realised that I do it all the time too. And not just with him, but with everyone else in my tutes.
P.S: My heart beats faster just before I speak in my tutes. It takes all the willpower in me to control the nervous pulse in my voice, though I think you can hear the heartbeat in my voice. (please, for God's sake, don't shoot my ideas down!)
5. Dear Kitty, I like using the microfilm machines in the basement of the library. It makes me feel like a detective, sourcing out murder cases from decades long past. But of course, history students are detectives too, right? But we aren't searching for killers. Not most of the time, anyway. We're searching for people and places and stories, removed in place and time, and the microfilms are our portals to these things. Pretty lousy technology, don't you think? When I tried winding one of the reels through the machine, the reel got stuck and then spat out two piece of paper at me when I tried to pry it loose.
6. I waited for a fucking phonecall all fucking day. Then I think I realised that it wasn't ever going to come. And I should be happy, but I'm not.
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"Dear Diary, I don't quite like the way I walk. I think I wobble more than I walk. I don't like it. I think both my feet point outwards. I look clumsy."
Are you going to have your menses or something? Most women reported feel this way nearing their menses or during it. Read it in some science article some time ago.
And oh please, if you walk like a duck I'm a heaving penguin.
"My heart beats faster just before I speak in my tutes."
Haha, believe it or not, I do get that time to time despite being the outspoken and loud kind. I have even stuttered halfway suddenly (cose I realise no one is gettign my points) lol, so I guess that's normal. (Especially when I know I'm going to say some pretty controversial or things that might irritate) Just keep going haha.
Ok, now you can call me hello kitty for replying to your diary eh? *Guffaws*
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Are you going to have your menses or something? Most women reported feel this way nearing their menses or during it. Read it in some science article some time ago.
And oh please, if you walk like a duck I'm a heaving penguin.
"My heart beats faster just before I speak in my tutes."
Haha, believe it or not, I do get that time to time despite being the outspoken and loud kind. I have even stuttered halfway suddenly (cose I realise no one is gettign my points) lol, so I guess that's normal. (Especially when I know I'm going to say some pretty controversial or things that might irritate) Just keep going haha.
Ok, now you can call me hello kitty for replying to your diary eh? *Guffaws*
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