my ticket out will be valid in under four hours. this little town of pink fantasies and soup parties will be fondly missed, but even my ineffectual sanity will not wish to miss this departing train. so, what's left to do, is to continue packing my bags.
this town is home to my diary room, where i pen my beautifully incoherent thoughts and colorfully blurred sharings. the friendships i've found here rolls me laughing to tears on the ground, and fills my proud-to-be-bottomless-pit stomach up to its brim with candy and chocolates. together, we become sillier, be in awe as we limp along to the music beat of mr.squarepants.
a minute back, the hippopotamus who sits next to me called me a plastic, from head to toe. it's a truth i can't deny. i'm the barbie doll that they love and adore. i shall remain bimbotic and live up to our legend.
i love my neighbours of this town, and distance's not going to change that.
take care yeah, muacks.
2 comments:
Dear Tashes, glad to know that you'll miss us. There is no hippopotamus next to you. A super cute, intelligent hoppopotamus maybe.
Yes, you're plastic! And you're the first head-to-toe-plastic-bimbo that so erm...small...you know what I mean.
Days here without you will be lonely and oh so sad. I'll be cold when the number of people in this room reduces by one. I'll miss the secretary that screens my calls, makes my milo and washes my cup *grins*
Distance's not gonna change anything yah? Come make my milo and wash my cup the next time I get a craving then *winks*
Be a good freelancer and for goodness's sake REALLY do some exercise and give me a reason to look up to you -not literally.
Ey Hoppo, ur last para seriously made me laugh. heh luckily ur out or else hahahhahhahahahahahaha
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