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Daffy's Ramblings: Sleepless memory of sleeping touch
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Sleepless memory of sleeping touch. Can't sleep again. The anxiousness has diminished over the week, though, so at least it hasn't become a chronic motor habit as I previously feared. But the mind still won't shut up when it's too quiet and cool in the room. Was it really less than 2 weeks ago? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Sleepless memory of sleeping touch. Sketches of a younger heart. At the bus stop.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Futility
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Friday, March 18, 2011. I want many things. I want to take back the wasted years. I want him to give a damn about what he did to me when we ended. I want to grab him by the collar, shake hard and demand, "How COULD you? I want him to feel as cheated as I did. I want my current discontent to have died when my feelings for him died those years ago. I want to be able to feel without fear. I want hope to stop wearing away. Too many questions, too little answers.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Water-logged blues
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Saturday, February 26, 2011. The rain came back to Mother Earth in an unrelenting crystal curtain - water never forgets who it is beholden to. Wayward dancing shards momentarily defied the confines of gravity and flew horizontally under the canopy, before smugly hugging its target surface: my freshly made-up face. And my new shoes. As I blessed the phone with my richest expletive, a soccer ball, apparently also trying to defy the laws of physics, zipped past my ...
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Daffy's Ramblings: The Single Person's Guide to Chinese New Year
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Sunday, January 22, 2012. The Single Person's Guide to Chinese New Year. Gong Hei Fatt Choy! For all the grief a single person gets at CNY, the ang baos. Red packets) are but a trifle compensation for having to endure awkward, unanswerable questions from relatives and family friends who can't remember your non-childhood-nickname name, how old you are, and whether you've left school. I haven't met the right person yet. I'm not ready to give up my freedom. With hi...
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Daffy's Ramblings: Dedicated to those who (think they) want to die
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Sunday, November 06, 2011. Dedicated to those who (think they) want to die. Why do we love the smell of rain, knowing it brings wet and cold? Why do we long for love even as it stabs and maims? Why do we have children, knowing they won't be ours for long? Why does a starving child hunt for food, knowing that the pain of hunger will come back? Why do we enjoy the view from high places, knowing that to fall is to die? Being so fleetingly yet blazingly alive.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Seven beginnings
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Tuesday, November 22, 2011. The sudden feel of a warm hand taking mine. An arm gently encircling from behind. An awkward kiss in a quiet, sunlit room. A searching look beside a merry-go-round. A kiss at the front gate. A hand softly coming to rest on the back of a neck. Two foreheads touching after a bout of tickling. Time lines, clear at first, get jumbled up. Memories mingle, jostling for prominence. Moments beginning, moments during. And then, moments ending.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Angry tonight
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Monday, December 15, 2014. I am angry tonight. I am looking back, and I am thinking. I am thinking of a deceitful person. I am thinking of deliberately inflicted hurt. I am thinking of calculated coldness. I am thinking of selfishness. I am thinking of misrepresentation - to others, and to self. I am thinking of the weight of someone else's baggage. I am thinking of perfectly valid hope and belief - spat upon and crushed under-heel. I am thinking of denial.
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Daffy's Ramblings
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Friday, January 03, 2014. It's been 17 years since I first fell in love. It's been 10 years since I last fell in love. It's been 6 years since I was last in love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Just realised Its been 17 years since I first . Short stories in this blog. The night, part 1. The night, part 2. Confessions of a teenage banana. At the bus stop. A study in new beginnings. A Babe in Toyland.
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Daffy's Ramblings: Happiness on a page (or screen)
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Sunday, September 28, 2014. Happiness on a page (or screen). Notice how people write a lot more when they’re unhappy? Happiness is less interesting on a page;. Gushing is unpopular;. When you are not superstitious and don’t believe in jinxing at all but penning down how rosy the world looks to you now might be a potential bitter pill for the future though you hope to heck it won’t happen that way;. To be understood by at least one other human being;. When the li...
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Daffy's Ramblings: Holding it, it is no longer there
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If you ramble and no one hears you, yodel. Sunday, February 26, 2012. Holding it, it is no longer there. Rochester, unable to change Jane's mind, sinks to his knees and physically clings on to her, pressing his forehead against her in utter helplessness and desperation, completely unable to reach her soul. And I recognise it. I had been there. Five years on, and it hasn't healed completely, and possibly never will. You may stop loving the arm that got torn from you, but you will always bear the scar.
