I am Charmaine and I like handmade cards.
I like the smell of rain and toddlers; sitting on a bus alone; and my squaddies.
I like people who keep the conversation going, and subtle anything.
I am curious, judgemental and bored/amused easily.

charmaynx@gmail.com

FIDELITY

as writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia

10:39:00 PM I took the earpiece out of my ear, only to discover in absolute horror that the muff (the cloth things that go around the earbuds) on one had nearly decomposed. Not surprising, with the amount of hard abuse I treat all of my audio accessories with! The muff, supposedly black and stretchy, was reduced to bits and pieces of fluff that succumbed to force as easily as a pile of sand would under your press-and-prodding. I tried in futile to clear the fluff out of my ear and after ten minutes (like, now) I can practically feel the fluff travelling down my ear ducts with every breath I take. Naturally, it becomes unatural -.-

I know, I know. What bullshit. Fluff doesn't travel down your earducts to your nasal cavity to land on your tongue, you argue.

My train of thought has become overly irregular with every year I age. It's quite worrying in fact. I havent been able to sit down properly and do a set of questions. My brain feels like its been in this lethargic 6am wake-up mode the whole day round, thus leading to an obscene 12hours of sleep nearly every other day.

Everybody says "Girl, study hard, get a job, settle down and have a good wholesome life." But what about what I want? I want a degree in arts and design, and I want to spend my life sewing famous cushion covers that queen elizabeth specially orders...
that was a little too far-fetched. But yes I'd like to drop physics and chemistry and math and chinese!

I'm never going to let my kids have SG education.
Shit. I feel the fluff on my tongue already.

Suddenly I see,
I dont know what I want to be