So it's 3:30 AM
and I'm still awake because I was going through my old blog entries over on my deadjournal. And. WTF. I was into all of these things at some point in my life? Have sections of my history been blocked off due to neuron damage??
Do any of you guys remember if I used to watch/follow basketball? Apparently I must have, because there are mentionings of NBA related things. And I even had an entry about Yao Ming (although it was about that Coca-Cola thing, so that's more than likely why I even talked about him, considering all I know about Ming is that he is a Chinese bball player)
And omg. I'M SO SORRY TENNIS. I LOVED YOU FIRST. But I don't understand you anymore, nor you, I. Now I have moved onto HOCKEY. even though he breaks my heart
*squints* I am suspicious that I wrote this, mostly because of the wording, but I can't remember.
"Are you religious?"
He turns to look at the one who posed the question, quixotic expression dawning on his face, mouth curled into a subliminal grin that screams intangible emotions in the other's direction. "What?" The question given in response holds the impeccable aura of neutrality, but is almost visibly tainted with a hint of curiosity. "What're you talking about?"
His attention is caught now.
"I said," comes the reply, followed by the original question, repeated for minimal benefit. Glances are exchanged, and the gears spinning in heads as sentiments form in neuron endings, embedded in memory. All this takes place in half of a split second.
"No." The harsh word is not courteous. "I believe things are planned out before you're even born. If it's meant to happen, then it's gonna." That said, he turns away, back to focusing on the paperwork he has set out in front of him, demanding his attention, and to be completed before the end of the day. Little does he know, his answer has brought a smile creeping up to bore into his backside, before the body which owns the smiling mouth and eyes retreats into the darkness from which it came.
"Hrmph. So you believe in destiny, huh..."
((This one had the cryptic subject header of "Can you GUESS the pairing?!" and of course I cannot remember the answer because I wrote this over seven years ago -___- ))
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Zip, Zip! Uniform carelessly shrugged off and tossed in the direction of a corner in the darkness.
--hands on flesh, and a muffled shriek--
"Hey!! It's me...." Fabrics cease their rustling and save for the silence, the sound of slight panting can be heard. "Don't--Don't scream, ok?" A slow nod, and in turn to the gesture a hand is taken away from an open mouth. "Eh," a voice drawls out in casual apology, "I thought it was empty in here,"
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Do any of you guys remember if I used to watch/follow basketball? Apparently I must have, because there are mentionings of NBA related things. And I even had an entry about Yao Ming (although it was about that Coca-Cola thing, so that's more than likely why I even talked about him, considering all I know about Ming is that he is a Chinese bball player)
And omg. I'M SO SORRY TENNIS. I LOVED YOU FIRST. But I don't understand you anymore, nor you, I. Now I have moved onto HOCKEY. even though he breaks my heart
*squints* I am suspicious that I wrote this, mostly because of the wording, but I can't remember.
"Are you religious?"
He turns to look at the one who posed the question, quixotic expression dawning on his face, mouth curled into a subliminal grin that screams intangible emotions in the other's direction. "What?" The question given in response holds the impeccable aura of neutrality, but is almost visibly tainted with a hint of curiosity. "What're you talking about?"
His attention is caught now.
"I said," comes the reply, followed by the original question, repeated for minimal benefit. Glances are exchanged, and the gears spinning in heads as sentiments form in neuron endings, embedded in memory. All this takes place in half of a split second.
"No." The harsh word is not courteous. "I believe things are planned out before you're even born. If it's meant to happen, then it's gonna." That said, he turns away, back to focusing on the paperwork he has set out in front of him, demanding his attention, and to be completed before the end of the day. Little does he know, his answer has brought a smile creeping up to bore into his backside, before the body which owns the smiling mouth and eyes retreats into the darkness from which it came.
"Hrmph. So you believe in destiny, huh..."
((This one had the cryptic subject header of "Can you GUESS the pairing?!" and of course I cannot remember the answer because I wrote this over seven years ago -___- ))
* ~ * ~ *
Zip, Zip! Uniform carelessly shrugged off and tossed in the direction of a corner in the darkness.
--hands on flesh, and a muffled shriek--
"Hey!! It's me...." Fabrics cease their rustling and save for the silence, the sound of slight panting can be heard. "Don't--Don't scream, ok?" A slow nod, and in turn to the gesture a hand is taken away from an open mouth. "Eh," a voice drawls out in casual apology, "I thought it was empty in here,"
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