the opposite of exaltation
I would like to reserve this space as a THANK YOU space for a friend whom I call Jane.
You have no idea how happy I was when I received your email.
It made me jump, giggle, wiggle and almost cry. I even reached the point where I wanted to hug everyone I see in my peripheral vision but I held back because I know I will look like an idiot.
Not that I cared what they will think but then at that time I decided to keep the bliss to myself.
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I am such a sucker for unnecessary attention. A few days back I was tied in a bind that was too complicated to untie by myself that I had to ask for help. The person who helped me was someone I was trying to avoid at all cost but well, there are things that you really have to willingly surrender to...so going back, that person whom I'll provide a codename Risotto attempted to help out even without being asked. Hah! Result? I was told that I shouldn't commit that mistake again and I end up saying, "Fine, I'll never talk to you again." But that few exchange of words worked as a Ferrari to get me out of my paranoia. Hours later there was a blinding light in my eyes that looked like I was thinking about him that way and that I am humiliated to admit that I am thinking about him. Which is extremely irritating because when I command myself to stop the only thing it does is make a quick detour taking it's sweet time to veer off path and then go back to where I didn't want it to go. Sometimes my brain acts as if its an entirely different object and it takes pleasure watching me in pain as it picks a moment to be perceptive. My mind used to be so obedient. What on earth happened?
Shred would find this funny to the point of being inane.
In the mean time I will do everything I can to demystify the situation even if I don't why I should.
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Yesterday was a bad day. The day before that was exaltation. This isn't the first time it happened. I don't know if it's because I was sitting right next to a jerk or because I didn't see Tristan or because I didn't have my usual can of coke.
Speaking of which, Alex, a lovely lady who works a couple of floors down said that I really am "something else" just take a look at the title of my blog and my name combined, coke+cane=cokecane. Ah, I have a new nickname. I told Marj about it then I remembered the story Calamity Jane then I said, wait a minute, what about Calamity Cane? Tsk tsk, I am such a mess. A very crazy mess.
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**second try using oil pastel**
**nisce and i at apoviewhotel**
**i still don't likedurina BUT i wasglad to have finished this one for nisce, really I am**
You have no idea how happy I was when I received your email.
It made me jump, giggle, wiggle and almost cry. I even reached the point where I wanted to hug everyone I see in my peripheral vision but I held back because I know I will look like an idiot.
Not that I cared what they will think but then at that time I decided to keep the bliss to myself.
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I am such a sucker for unnecessary attention. A few days back I was tied in a bind that was too complicated to untie by myself that I had to ask for help. The person who helped me was someone I was trying to avoid at all cost but well, there are things that you really have to willingly surrender to...so going back, that person whom I'll provide a codename Risotto attempted to help out even without being asked. Hah! Result? I was told that I shouldn't commit that mistake again and I end up saying, "Fine, I'll never talk to you again." But that few exchange of words worked as a Ferrari to get me out of my paranoia. Hours later there was a blinding light in my eyes that looked like I was thinking about him that way and that I am humiliated to admit that I am thinking about him. Which is extremely irritating because when I command myself to stop the only thing it does is make a quick detour taking it's sweet time to veer off path and then go back to where I didn't want it to go. Sometimes my brain acts as if its an entirely different object and it takes pleasure watching me in pain as it picks a moment to be perceptive. My mind used to be so obedient. What on earth happened?
Shred would find this funny to the point of being inane.
In the mean time I will do everything I can to demystify the situation even if I don't why I should.
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Yesterday was a bad day. The day before that was exaltation. This isn't the first time it happened. I don't know if it's because I was sitting right next to a jerk or because I didn't see Tristan or because I didn't have my usual can of coke.
Speaking of which, Alex, a lovely lady who works a couple of floors down said that I really am "something else" just take a look at the title of my blog and my name combined, coke+cane=cokecane. Ah, I have a new nickname. I told Marj about it then I remembered the story Calamity Jane then I said, wait a minute, what about Calamity Cane? Tsk tsk, I am such a mess. A very crazy mess.
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**second try using oil pastel**
**nisce and i at apoviewhotel**
**i still don't likedurina BUT i wasglad to have finished this one for nisce, really I am**
as told by MelaCane at 8:36 AM
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