Entries By A Bananie
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audience
In the end, I am the only audience of my work that really matters.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.27.2011 @ 12:46 pm
policy
Policy 71. RIGHT. Who ever gave a damn about it? It was funny how the students always found ways around the system, funnier when they THOUGHT they had found a way around the system, but got caught in the end.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.21.2011 @ 3:16 pm
whole
The hole in my heart can only be filled with one thing. Only then will I be whole. My heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t even whole to start with, so I wait until that day comes, when I can fully possess my heart.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.20.2011 @ 4:31 pm
obsessed
I don’t remember that feeling, but perhaps it was obsession. I felt like I could have been obsessed with FC, and it didn’t seem like a healthy obsession. Is any obsession healthy? In the end, I just wanted a little more of FC…just a little.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.12.2011 @ 3:00 pm
scarves
She flips through her scarves to pick the best one for today. There is a black one that her mother gave her, a red one that’s always been her favourite, and a white one that she couldn’t resist getting after falling in love with it at first sight. There was just something about scarves that charmed her. Maybe it was its ability to wrap around her and make her feel a bit of the warmth that he once gave her.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.11.2011 @ 3:41 pm
statement
“We are going,” said the girl firmly. The three words didn’t come in the form of a question; she didn’t need to ask for his opinion, for what she said was a statement, in it representing her anger, her disbelief, and her disappointment.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.10.2011 @ 2:31 pm
wondered
His eyes follows the butterfly, and he wondered how they could fly so elegantly in the rose garden. Then a net catches the beautiful creature and it was trapped, no longer able to flutter about the field of blood-redness. What now? He wondered.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.09.2011 @ 4:17 pm
bee
Busy bee, flocking from here to there like a popular queen. Secretly she was lonely, and she needed the distraction to make her feel that she was loved, that she fit in. A party here and a party there, yet she was always by herself, even with tens of people around her. She wasn’t really that busy – she just felt relieved to be seen that way.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.08.2011 @ 2:38 pm
almost
I almost did it again, but I held back this time. After all, how many times had I tried to sever ties with someone I loved so that I wouldn’t be hurt again? The result was always more pain – what a stupid thing to do. I will not make that same mistake again.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.07.2011 @ 2:02 pm
swept
One little look, one sweet smile, and he totally swept me off my feet. And he doesn’t know it. He doesn’t know how much I treasured those short moments spent with him while walking home in the dark. He doesn’t realize how much I miss him when he’s away. He doesn’t see that my heart beats so fast that it would pop out any time when he’s around.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.06.2011 @ 2:30 pm
example
There really couldn’t be a better example of hypocrisy than what she had demonstrated.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.05.2011 @ 3:43 pm
control
Courage and self-control. When she needed the courage, she didn’t have it, thankfully. If she did, then she would have gone out of control and hurt the one she loved. Now that she has courage, she has to learn how to exercise control. Even if all the courage in the world urges her to tell him, she will control herself so he will not be hurt.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.04.2011 @ 2:49 pm
final
Finally, it was time to come back, but it was also time to leave. The two instances just had to crash, and separated again for months, she could wait until she finally goes back. Those final moments were so hard to bear, yet the next final days will be filled with so much anticipation that she’ll finally revive her heart again.
Posted By A Bananie On 03.03.2011 @ 3:42 pm
specific
She bows her head in prayer, with eyes closed and a pure heart. She wanted to put some people in her prayers, but she wasn’t very specific. After all, God knows, right? Or did He want her to confess the one she cared for the most?
Posted By A Bananie On 03.02.2011 @ 1:49 pm
basic
It’s all basic knowledge, isn’t it? Why don’t you get it? It doesn’t seem like it can get simpler than this. Yet you make the same mistake over and over again and end up making a fool out of yourself. Why are you so stupid?
Posted By A Bananie On 03.01.2011 @ 2:37 pm
keychain
The keys come and go, but the keychain stays. It has seen keys of many sizes and shapes, many colours and styles, yet the hand holding it tightly never changes.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.27.2011 @ 4:24 pm
strong
She’s heard it a million times. Be strong and don’t cry. What’s wrong with crying? Is it so detestable to let emotions flow out instead of holding it all in, pretending to be all fine with a big smile on her face? For once she just wanted to tell them to shut up and leave her alone.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.26.2011 @ 4:27 pm
tables
In one moment, the tables have turned around completely. A sure win has transformed into a devastating situation where all they wanted to do was escape intact. Where did they go wrong? Had not the plan worked perfectly up till this moment? It was the guilt and fear in their hearts that ate them alive.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.25.2011 @ 4:31 pm
barber
Strands of hair fall on the ground as he works his tools delicately on his customer, as if they were shedding a part of their lives.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.24.2011 @ 3:08 pm
bench
Clutter piles up on the lab bench day after day, ever growing and strangely no one knows where all this clutter comes from. It remains a mystery in the chemistry lab.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.23.2011 @ 2:18 pm
mango
That large mango was delicious, sweeter than any mango I’ve ever had. It was the feeling of home sweet home, although it wasn’t even my home. I’ve made someone else’s home my home, and it gave me more warmth than I can ever feel in my own little apartment. How could I not be addicted to this household?
Posted By A Bananie On 02.23.2011 @ 2:46 am
outlet
sage
Sage. Saige. I was just looking up Saige a minute ago. Sage means nothing to me, but Saige means so much. A place of comfort, a place of gathering, and place of laughter and happiness, a home.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.21.2011 @ 1:06 am
cards
He sent her flowers every month and wrote a card with each flower. What sweet, delicious words to hear from a boy that professes true, everlasting love to a girl. Now the cards scatter on the ground as forgotten memories drown them in time.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.19.2011 @ 5:30 pm
invent
She couldn’t help but wonder whether anyone would ever invent something that would stop her from thinking.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.18.2011 @ 2:58 pm
tangle
Intricate threads tangle in a network of a million knots and instead of trying to untie them, I throw them into the ocean. Is the next word “tango”?
Posted By A Bananie On 02.17.2011 @ 2:50 pm
wool
The wool sweater kept her warm during that cold, lonely winter. It also reminded her of him, because it had his scent on it. He was far, far away, and how she missed him.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.16.2011 @ 4:23 pm
flare
Flare. Glare. Fluor. Fluorescence. Florence. Laurence. Lawrence.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.15.2011 @ 11:49 pm
chocolate
Sometimes I crave chocolate. Sometimes I can’t stand it, because it’s too sweet, like sugarcoated words. White chocolate seems to be my favourite kind, although dark chocolate has a mysterious aroma that attracts me as well. Chocolate – must be a Valentine’s Day thing, huh? So overrated, so much that I can’t begin to describe it.
Posted By A Bananie On 02.14.2011 @ 2:51 pm
