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Shake it like a polaroid picture...
Feb. 16th, 2004 01:18 amArgh! Song. Won't. Leave. Head. *ahem*
In other news, I have decided to wait a while on the new cell phone. Am trying to decide whether or not to jump ship with Sprint.
Mom told me she had a dream on Friday night that she looked out the window and saw the Kid, when he was 7 or 8, walking toward her with flowers in his hand. The next morning a bouquet arrived from him for her birthday. I cried when she told me, mainly because I was remembering him at that age, so sunny and mischievious. *sniffle*
Also, this was excacerbated because I had been listening to Alanis Morissette's 'Unsent' and I had a flashback of the mountains in Alpine, on a dark, winding road littered with fog. I was sitting in the passenger seat, squealing because I thought the Kid was taking the curves too fast. We were heading to the nearest Blockbuster, a good 30 minutes away from my apartment. Talking, laughing, and listening to this CD.
And I wonder if I will always remember these little snapshots or if I will forget them as time goes by. Already, my childhood in the Philippines is hazy and my summer in Europe, a blur. I don't want to forget the picture, but I could deal with it as long as I never forget the feeling.
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In other news, I have decided to wait a while on the new cell phone. Am trying to decide whether or not to jump ship with Sprint.
Mom told me she had a dream on Friday night that she looked out the window and saw the Kid, when he was 7 or 8, walking toward her with flowers in his hand. The next morning a bouquet arrived from him for her birthday. I cried when she told me, mainly because I was remembering him at that age, so sunny and mischievious. *sniffle*
Also, this was excacerbated because I had been listening to Alanis Morissette's 'Unsent' and I had a flashback of the mountains in Alpine, on a dark, winding road littered with fog. I was sitting in the passenger seat, squealing because I thought the Kid was taking the curves too fast. We were heading to the nearest Blockbuster, a good 30 minutes away from my apartment. Talking, laughing, and listening to this CD.
And I wonder if I will always remember these little snapshots or if I will forget them as time goes by. Already, my childhood in the Philippines is hazy and my summer in Europe, a blur. I don't want to forget the picture, but I could deal with it as long as I never forget the feeling.
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