Month: January 2011

I have become an excellent spammer. I never knew I was so brilliant at it. You get so much freaking attention, and I’ve always dreaded attention. There’s another reason why I bothered keeping the bloody student online journal alive, but I won’t tell. It doesn’t matter anyway. Distraction is always good. I’ve always hated dealing Read More …

So far, there have been two songs written about/for me. I feel honoured, even though I don’t understand why those wonderful men did it. I had a mad crush on them both, but the customary result is that whenever P-chan has a crush, she gets rejected or keeps the secret forever to herself. In this Read More …

Writing exercise – seminar / 19.01.2011 My room in halls is big. I have the biggest and quietest one in this hallway.  I’m also lucky that I don’t face the main road, but I can still hear the sirens. Last week I heard a loud crash. The whole floor vibrated. It sounded like a robot Read More …

I see shimmers and blurs on the wall. I hear cracks and jitters from my speakers. All these ordinary things you don’t usually pay attention to when there are more important things. Right now, nothing is important to me, except the screen, the desk lamp and that trapped thought at the back of my head. Read More …

It doesn’t matter anymore. Ambiguity is my January friend. Where are you rabbit, pack your bags and “hopp, hopp!” I’ve had enough of the tiger year. Stripy cats smell like gutter, more in need of anger management than me. Fucking conceited creatures. Even though I don’t drink alcohol, I think I suffer from chronic delirium; Read More …

He sings about the old familiar sting. Up till now, I haven’t forgotten how it feels. Last night’s splinter in my leg was a perfect reminder, and walking past a bike shop made me think of B. The incompetence of this city got me home late. It’s bright now, and I don’t feel tired. I Read More …