this is one of the prose that i've written... wrote it just now, thought i would do that instead of doing two, one where word correts spelling and grammar and caps automatically and one where nutang just doesnt care. here it goes:



The music makes me feel alive. A band with loud enough music for me to not be able to hear hours later, situated on a coffee shop stage with the couch moved off, to the very front row, and me sitting on it, is all I need. Happiness swam through me the whole time, through the heat and the awkward moments and the laughter and the tears and the smile that was on my face for so long. And when he moved his feet and when he screamed into the mic and when he played the guitar and when the drummer laughed at me because I had the dopy smile on my face and I couldn’t wipe it off, I was happy. I was happy the way I was happy when we saw the tigers, and when I found that perfect jacket, and when a cute boy gave me a smile and a wink and I kept on walking, but it was okay because that smile and wink would stay with me. And when the bass player shook his curly locks and took his solo and it sounded like eighties music the smile and the giggles just got bigger and louder. And I couldn’t help thinking life is good, I am happy, this is all I need. And when I caught the clock at 11:11 for once, I knew exactly what to wish for.
And if my wish comes true, I will be this happy as often as I can, even when I’m sad, because I have all I need. I have the local music that makes me like this, and the pictures of the tigers, and the perfect jacket hanging in my closet, and the smile and the wink will always stay with me. And my ears will never stop ringing.

Haha, I don't think I've ever actually seen someone express their satisfaction for temporary deafness before. :P
» randomjunk on 2007-06-23 01:38:37

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