I'll Live
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Before anything else,
Ayan. Woohoo.
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Typing this post on my spankin’ new laptop, which I’ve decided to name Moloko. “Moloko” is Nadsat (or the quasi-Russian slang used in A Clockwork Orange) for “milk.” It is much too obvious a choice for those who know my fixation on both the novel and the film, but tough cookies. I was a bit drawn towards “Hustle Rose” as well, which, I’ve come to realize, is one of the songs that have saved me, but having a flower in the name didn’t feel too right. So Moloko it is.
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Graduation day was awful for a certain reason, and I ended up taking the next cab home seconds after we did that final finger-in-the-air thing for that Mary song. I spent the rest of the night alone at MiniStop. Drawn to the damn place, scum that I am.
I guess I made up for it the next day. Spent it with old and new friends. Even dropped by the House of Decadence for what would most likely be one of the last ViCe parties to ever be held. The decadence in our parties have grown increasingly calculated through the years. But the people I had shared adolescence with are the people I had shared adolescence with, and that is worthy of my time. Two hours’ worth, at least. Whatever worth my “time” possesses.
I have become reliant on new thought processes when doing the same things. I would like to see this as a good thing, please.
posted by marguerite @ 6:25 PM
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