and i've often wondered, how did it all start?

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have been pretty obsessed with abba songs.
espesh those from the movie soundtrack.
somehow, they manage to reduce me into a blithering mess while on the train.
and i seem a little happier and jumpier when i step out,
with a tune on my tongue.

i count my blessings at work.
especially when i've my favourite -kins to work with.
somehow, the littlest things make me smile,
serendipity if you want to name it.
the wrong order, the smear of hot fudge on my shirt.
it even makes cleaning the belgian waffle machine bearable.
maybe we're just little tired gnomes but we're planting happy seeds haha.

and the people who visit me really lift my spirits.
even though i know they'd turn up that night.
i really go into a hysterical high hah.
(with an apparent lack of judgement for the size of my icecream scoops)
but knowing you've like-minded warriors amidst the sea of customers really help.
it makes the war behind the dipcase a little more motivated.

and then, a little something in me dies.

fraught with empty mornings,
they've now been dedicated to rubbish american series that makes me laugh.
maybe that invitation should have been accepted.

do-re-mi,
and on sharp grass, music lessons are reborned,
so are youthful crushes on maria rainer.
i'm glad i went for it, cranberry juice and all.
i definitely needed a night like that.
it helps to soothe the nerves and reminds me that i'm not alone.
coincidences and seeing green,
my courage is oddly spurred.
a midnight vanilla doesnt seem so very odd now.
(:

two steps before and i'm hesitant,
not knowing what to expect, i dont want to stand alone in the crowd.
sure, this should be the least of my worries cos i've bigger issues.
i'll pray hard and go ahead with it,
salmon-pink and all.
now, that's my prerogative.

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