Three weeks between two blogs for 2011.
First blog, what a boring life.
Next blog, oooh, secret, private conversations on channel 2. Oooh. Exciting!
David told me my life swings from one extreme to the other. One day bleak, the next bustling.
I'm like a whirlwind spinning out of control. Perhaps it's the music that I listen to that dictates the pace of my life? Certainly, I enjoy many different genres.
I tried so hard and got so far. In the end, it doesn't even matter.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Talking to My Own Hand
Funny that I feel I am here even when I'm not here.
I have a new special friend who has a special number (which he calls Channel 2) for private conversations. Of course, channel 2 is eternally on quiet mode. It lies hidden away and is heavily protected with 10-digit passwords for every function. I'd be lucky to get a reply within the day.
Why do I bother? Because it feels like blogging. You can just type away about anything under the sun and a rock and no one will shush you. Besides, the private conversations make me smile and feel like a schoolgirl. At my age, that's hard to come by so I grab every chance I get.
As the song goes, "The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing there's someone in this crazy world for me. The way that people come and go through temporary lives, my chance might come and I might never know..." So who cares if I talk to channel 2? Who cares if I wait for a long time for a reply from channel 2? I don't.
When I get a text message I hold my breath for a second in anticipation that it just might be from channel 2. When finally it does come, who cares eh? I feel a teenie-weenie bit disappointed because the suspense is over but then the sweet nothings come and I smile a schoolgirl's secret smile.
I have a new special friend who has a special number (which he calls Channel 2) for private conversations. Of course, channel 2 is eternally on quiet mode. It lies hidden away and is heavily protected with 10-digit passwords for every function. I'd be lucky to get a reply within the day.
Why do I bother? Because it feels like blogging. You can just type away about anything under the sun and a rock and no one will shush you. Besides, the private conversations make me smile and feel like a schoolgirl. At my age, that's hard to come by so I grab every chance I get.
As the song goes, "The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing there's someone in this crazy world for me. The way that people come and go through temporary lives, my chance might come and I might never know..." So who cares if I talk to channel 2? Who cares if I wait for a long time for a reply from channel 2? I don't.
When I get a text message I hold my breath for a second in anticipation that it just might be from channel 2. When finally it does come, who cares eh? I feel a teenie-weenie bit disappointed because the suspense is over but then the sweet nothings come and I smile a schoolgirl's secret smile.
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