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where is home? |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2011/10/04/where-is-home
Laquo; Broken Casio. Pack up. I’m locking the doors. October 4, 2011. For most of my childhood, I spent it hiding underneath my sister’s wooden table. It was my home within my home. I promised my teddy bears that one day I’d build a proper home for them,. With pretty furnitures and nice chairs. Every us would have a nice chair to sit on and we’ll have dinner parties in summertime. We’ll have our personalised cup with pictures of things we like. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Pluto |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2012/12/09/pluto
December 9, 2012. Staring at the green dot beside your name. And watching it disappear. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Pack up. I’m locking the doors. |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/pack-up-im-locking-the-doors
Laquo; where is home? Muddled and fuddled and have complexes. Pack up. I’m locking the doors. October 18, 2011. I said to myself that if you don’t reply, I’ll give it up. But I check my phone every other second to find reasons not to. Love makes us all do stupid things. If only it came with a manual then I wouldn’t have broken so many boy’s hearts. Then I would know what to do with you. You’re like the face of karma, coming back to haunt me. I get what I gave. Karma karma. Why is the dumpling crying?
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Spectacles |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2012/03/07/spectacles
March 7, 2012. What the fuck am I doing in school again? I’ve filled the form. Finished with all the formalities of Hi and Byes. Why the fuck am I still here? Still trying my luck with logging in (which succeeded) onto the school’s system and frigging blogging. Ah blogging. The many lunch breaks I spent in this tiny production office blogging. What a loser. Glasses over eyes and I’m still feeling insecure. What good are you, glasses, if you don’t make me blind enough? This school is filled with fantasies...
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telescope |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2012/03/12/telescope
March 12, 2012. Do you believe in telepathy? And this universe might perhaps be telepathy. Because don’t we all wish to be understood, to be found in translation? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Life is not beautiful.
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Learning |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/learning
Laquo; Anger is like a plate of steaming har gao. November 4, 2010. I enjoy learning new things, I guess only when I’m learning something that my mind can narrow and focus on just one thing. One sole thing. It’s quite a calming and nice feeling to have to not have the other voices and other problems constantly screaming for attention. No boys, no familial politics and no complications of the world. Is that why you enjoy playing games too? It is not as healthy as learning a new skill. You are commenting u...
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Creature |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/creature
Laquo; muddled and fuddled and have complexes. November 1, 2011. With sunshine through my half drawn curtains and to the racket of the Melbourne cup goers, I woke from a 15-hour sleep. It’s been long since I’d the heart to take in the mornings with such tranquil clarity. Post film school crisis and stormy turbulences. Caught in the middle of interpersonal relationships and habouring a painful infatuation. Ideals and politics and the lost for words. My unrequited desire for you. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Pablo |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2012/12/04/644
Laquo; life is not beautiful. December 4, 2012. I’m 16. You’re 24. It stormed all day today. I’m worried. Please be safe. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Triangles |
https://sophiessea.wordpress.com/2012/03/06/triangles
Laquo; A Hobby. March 6, 2012. Who was I last night? You led me through the room. You were charming, you had this trick where you could walk through walls. You took my hand. We walked through walls. We were on a cruise. The boat bumped once in a while. It smelt of stale cigarettes. It must be from the carpeted walls. They absorb. You led me through rooms. I felt like was in Casper, then I was in Titantic. I was a boy, then I was a girl. Who was I? Whose body was I in? What the fuck is going on? The idea ...
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