30 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
My cat’s vet is also the same person that volunteers at the place I volunteer. I have always liked her; she has a genuine love for animals and her affection to my cat is no different, although Cik Mek Molek is obviously not a social cat by nature and hates being cuddled. I don’t always [...]
30 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Misc
Haplography
The accidental omission of a letter or letter group that should be repeated in writing, for example, “mispell” for “misspell”.
Today passes by in a rush, like sand through fingers. I have to mentally stop myself to think of the current time, and be surprised that it’s 3 hours faster than I have expected. [...]
27 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
Everybody hates the weather but I feel that people put too much emphasis on it. You have to learn how to ignore the heat, acknowledging it in passing like you would an old acquaintance.
It is a fantastic weather. The heat dulls your adventurous streak and numbs your neuromuscular control. It’s the tranquillizer for [...]
26 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Self
Don’t get me wrong, I love my university to death, but there are some perks at home that university life can’t compete. My ‘taking for granted’ process seems to work in reverse; you usually realized you’ve been taking stuff for granted when the things are not there, but I realized how many stuff I didn’t [...]
25 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Self
I want to write about my final year project woes, but I am running out of time. I’m going to play sports after weeks of not doing so, due to life’s usual hecticness. I still haven’t changed into my track pants and sports bra and I bet any minute now my lover’s going to [...]
23 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I look at this empty blank rectangle, and there are so many words I could put down here, so many things that pass through that I could pluck and place in, but I doubt it would suffice. Do you know the beating of drums so close to your ribcage? (I’ve moved about in my [...]
23 Apr, 2007
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
Music soars through the sky in ribbons the color of melted MnMs. She clenches her fist, hoping that nobody would see it, knowing that the whole world hears the motion. Mushrooms fall down in slow motion, captivating the group of marathon runners wearing scarlet aprons. They use pin rolls as batons, skinny men with white [...]