Saturday, November 29, 2003
dusty room filled with dirty musical instruments lying on the floor with thick layers of dust settled on them.some covered with cobwebs even.looking as if the place has not been cleaned or used for years.carpet covered with dustballs..an obvious sign that it has not been vacuumed either.walls designed by cartoon handpaintings..the only presentable place in the entire room.furtive cleaning of unknown instruments..making faces at the filthy mess we are let to clean up.bringing the pail down to replace the murky water with a fresh supply.rags turning from white to a disgusting shade of gray in a matter of minutes.wiping the blinds that are stained black with dirt piece by piece..the top pieces occasionally cutting into the back of fingers.no detergent available at all after that.leaving the hands feeling dirty..not willing to touch anything else until they are properly washed.
2 bottles of 2liter orange syrup,2 bags of potatoes,10 cups of cup noodles.feeling the weight pull you down with each step you take as with each passing moment,the bags feel heavier.the bags would have given way had they not been finally dragged home along with the now strained and tired arms.dreading monday morning when they have to be brought there.not at all looking forward to the stares onlookers give.yet one can only look down in pure embarrassment.
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vanna
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