Do you ever wonder what would happen when we won't be there in the 'same old places' ?
We used to write biographies of inanimate objects as kid. I am trying to write it again today.
My room G-11, the second room in the first floor of the girls' hostel. Let's call my room Pandora.
Pandora won't miss me I am sure. Those litters on the floor, matchsticks and cigarette butts, she is tired of telling me to clean them. But being a lazy person you don't expect me to do so, right?
Everytime I paste something on the walls, Pandora makes a scornful face, she complains I ruin her makeup.
She is a very heated person. The creaky fan on the ceiling asks her to calm down in his creaky voice, which irritates both of us. She have asked me many times to make him shut up. The two beds are also not much happy with me for separating them. The desks have stopped complaining as I have stuffed their drawers with 'stuff' and papers and notes.
But you know what Pandora is always a good companion to sleep in.
I remember how irritated she was the day I kept the windows open and the entire place got wet.
BTW she got new lights last week, slim and bright ones which she adores.
I proudly take the honor of turning her into a storeroom. So, I hereby declare Pandora won't miss me.
But what she will do is miss the evenings when we used to play cards together or roll a joint and cry over our wretched lives. She will miss my nightlong quarrels with my boyfriend or non-ending PNPC with my girlfriends.
But she won't miss me when I pack my suitcases to leave this place and finally empty the drawers.
But I will...
We used to write biographies of inanimate objects as kid. I am trying to write it again today.
My room G-11, the second room in the first floor of the girls' hostel. Let's call my room Pandora.
Pandora won't miss me I am sure. Those litters on the floor, matchsticks and cigarette butts, she is tired of telling me to clean them. But being a lazy person you don't expect me to do so, right?
Everytime I paste something on the walls, Pandora makes a scornful face, she complains I ruin her makeup.
She is a very heated person. The creaky fan on the ceiling asks her to calm down in his creaky voice, which irritates both of us. She have asked me many times to make him shut up. The two beds are also not much happy with me for separating them. The desks have stopped complaining as I have stuffed their drawers with 'stuff' and papers and notes.
But you know what Pandora is always a good companion to sleep in.
I remember how irritated she was the day I kept the windows open and the entire place got wet.
BTW she got new lights last week, slim and bright ones which she adores.
I proudly take the honor of turning her into a storeroom. So, I hereby declare Pandora won't miss me.
But what she will do is miss the evenings when we used to play cards together or roll a joint and cry over our wretched lives. She will miss my nightlong quarrels with my boyfriend or non-ending PNPC with my girlfriends.
But she won't miss me when I pack my suitcases to leave this place and finally empty the drawers.
But I will...
