It's like I try to study for that last Social Research paper on Wednesday but my brain feels like paper. Airy and without substance. I just want to lie down on the floor and look at the ceiling.
I remember doing silly things like that as a kid. We have this mahogany wooden table back home in Malaysia. I used to lie underneath it and just look at the fine lines in the wood while the cold from the marble floor crawled through my skin. It's funny how we treat cold as a presence when what it is, is the absence of heat.
Ah, another point I want to make. It's been too cold to think. It's like how someone described it to me. Your thoughts can't even develop cos you think of something and it's interrupted by this warning of how it's too cold. So your mind goes from social research-qualitative research- Cold-Cold-Cold! It's sunny, but it's still so deceptively cold.
Spring, my butt lah Melbourne!
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I like being under the bed and then looking out the side at the outside world.
oh yes... I know what you mean. i miss my spot in the kitchen. YOu know that bit by the window? I used to hate the fishpond cos i thought it had no functionality. Now, I really miss it.
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