Wednesday, April 01, 2009/3:42 PM
hello everybody.
I am currently in the library now. Is it just me or are my posts coming a lot from the MJC school library nowadays? Oh well, I really wouldn't have realised anyway.
I'm waiting for dance to start. I really have no idea why my dance CCA starts so late (6p.m) either. I think because we have to wait for the room to be empty so that we can use it. It's the SYF frenzy now. Everyone's begging for a room.
I'm alone now. My form of accompaniment on Wednesdays has bailed on me. Okay no. It's just that he is outdoors now and ever since the start of the afternoon, I've been craving for some indoor time, with the air-conditioning circulating around me. How I wished I had an angel following me around so that whenever I'm alone, it would just magically appear and come to my rescue.
I've been thinking a lot lately. About my angel. My theory revolves around the fact that he exists. Just some flicker of hope that there is truly someone out there who is thinking about me. Wondering what I was doing.
I thought he existed, but I was wrong.
He's still there. Here. Not physically but I can still feel him. Lingering around me, watching me. Wishing his form could be visibly defined for me to see. I imagine him walking around me. Leaning in front of me and peering into the computer, thinking about what I was thinking. Wishing he could ask.
I'd picture him standing, with his hands in his pockets and saying disapprovingly, 'Namira, you're an idiot.'
I'd smile.
He'd wonder.
He's probably eyeing my wallet beside me, hoping I remember to take it with me when I go to dance. He might be looking at my handphone, wondering what dark secrets lurk in them, what song I'm listening to.
Thinking of You-Katy Perry.
He'd remark on my song choice. Commenting about how Miss. Perry should cover up more.
He'd wonder if I was cold in the computer lab. Thinking if I should be wearing a sweater. He'd complain about how much homework I have in my cluttered bag and wishes I would tear myself away from the computer to tend to at LEAST chemistry so that I could sleep earlier tonight. He'd assure me that if I didn't know how to balance a redox half equation, he'd take my pencil and teach me.
He'd bargain. Saying that if I did my homework now, he'd shut up about it. He'd persist when I shake my head. Finally, he will give up, saying there's no use bargaining with a rock. I'd chastise him on his choice of words. he'll apologise.
he'd smile, pull up a chair beside me, rest his head on the table and watch me. then, he'd disappear.
that's when I'll look up, look around me and change the song. shaking off the dream. angels don't like the library, anyway.
Burst through the door and take me away.
I am currently in the library now. Is it just me or are my posts coming a lot from the MJC school library nowadays? Oh well, I really wouldn't have realised anyway.
I'm waiting for dance to start. I really have no idea why my dance CCA starts so late (6p.m) either. I think because we have to wait for the room to be empty so that we can use it. It's the SYF frenzy now. Everyone's begging for a room.
I'm alone now. My form of accompaniment on Wednesdays has bailed on me. Okay no. It's just that he is outdoors now and ever since the start of the afternoon, I've been craving for some indoor time, with the air-conditioning circulating around me. How I wished I had an angel following me around so that whenever I'm alone, it would just magically appear and come to my rescue.
I've been thinking a lot lately. About my angel. My theory revolves around the fact that he exists. Just some flicker of hope that there is truly someone out there who is thinking about me. Wondering what I was doing.
I thought he existed, but I was wrong.
He's still there. Here. Not physically but I can still feel him. Lingering around me, watching me. Wishing his form could be visibly defined for me to see. I imagine him walking around me. Leaning in front of me and peering into the computer, thinking about what I was thinking. Wishing he could ask.
I'd picture him standing, with his hands in his pockets and saying disapprovingly, 'Namira, you're an idiot.'
I'd smile.
He'd wonder.
He's probably eyeing my wallet beside me, hoping I remember to take it with me when I go to dance. He might be looking at my handphone, wondering what dark secrets lurk in them, what song I'm listening to.
Thinking of You-Katy Perry.
He'd remark on my song choice. Commenting about how Miss. Perry should cover up more.
He'd wonder if I was cold in the computer lab. Thinking if I should be wearing a sweater. He'd complain about how much homework I have in my cluttered bag and wishes I would tear myself away from the computer to tend to at LEAST chemistry so that I could sleep earlier tonight. He'd assure me that if I didn't know how to balance a redox half equation, he'd take my pencil and teach me.
He'd bargain. Saying that if I did my homework now, he'd shut up about it. He'd persist when I shake my head. Finally, he will give up, saying there's no use bargaining with a rock. I'd chastise him on his choice of words. he'll apologise.
he'd smile, pull up a chair beside me, rest his head on the table and watch me. then, he'd disappear.
that's when I'll look up, look around me and change the song. shaking off the dream. angels don't like the library, anyway.
Burst through the door and take me away.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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