The whipped cream in my hot chocolate is melting. I can see the chocolate dust getting swallowed. The island gradually becomes the whole. And time slips by while I watch. It whispers in my ears and I can feel the heat of my tropical country brush past my cheek. Suddenly my finger-tips, hair and lips taste of stale spice. I smell red chillies, I hear an ocean of loud voices and the haunting image of millions of smiling, brown-faced people clouds my sight. I remember what the comfort of being home is. The convenience of breakfast served, roads and rules I know, a chaos I can understand and people I love. Oh. Home.
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My train of thought has been random. It has much to do with work load. Three weeks in work and we're already finalizing on the scales to use for the project. I'm swallowing research papers, complicated words and theories like they are my main meals. Thoughts jostle for space in my head. Does this measure make sense? But why do we need this variable? There seems to be too much weight on our outcome variables! I'm afraid that I may choose science and a system over passion and truth. And that drives me to walk through office corridors like a ghost: printer to office and back. Thoughts fight a right to sound their own. I'm curious to know which one will I let slip out of my mouth and take shape.
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Nostalgia smells like smoke to me. Missing takes on a brown hue. Loneliness is a dark blue. Home reminds me of fresh water springs. You..oh, you remind me of smiles. My mother's laughter is the tinkling of cups in a box. My dad's silly jokes are reminiscent of a comfortable couch. Important people and their company is like fresh, cool fruit in my mouth. Refreshing, reassuring and real.
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Your face is sketched in my soul. It is tattooed in my heart. How the night sky feels empty without the stars is how I am without you. You know, I miss you the most when I'm doing mundane activities. Grocery shopping, making my bed, curling in bed before sleep knocks me out, when I check out my clothes in the mirror, fixing my morning milk. I miss you then. You know why? Coz I wish that bed I was making has your body imprint on it. Coz I want to fix you your morning beverage. Or maybe I miss you coz I do.
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My train of thought has been random. It has much to do with work load. Three weeks in work and we're already finalizing on the scales to use for the project. I'm swallowing research papers, complicated words and theories like they are my main meals. Thoughts jostle for space in my head. Does this measure make sense? But why do we need this variable? There seems to be too much weight on our outcome variables! I'm afraid that I may choose science and a system over passion and truth. And that drives me to walk through office corridors like a ghost: printer to office and back. Thoughts fight a right to sound their own. I'm curious to know which one will I let slip out of my mouth and take shape.
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Nostalgia smells like smoke to me. Missing takes on a brown hue. Loneliness is a dark blue. Home reminds me of fresh water springs. You..oh, you remind me of smiles. My mother's laughter is the tinkling of cups in a box. My dad's silly jokes are reminiscent of a comfortable couch. Important people and their company is like fresh, cool fruit in my mouth. Refreshing, reassuring and real.
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Your face is sketched in my soul. It is tattooed in my heart. How the night sky feels empty without the stars is how I am without you. You know, I miss you the most when I'm doing mundane activities. Grocery shopping, making my bed, curling in bed before sleep knocks me out, when I check out my clothes in the mirror, fixing my morning milk. I miss you then. You know why? Coz I wish that bed I was making has your body imprint on it. Coz I want to fix you your morning beverage. Or maybe I miss you coz I do.
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