let lemons be angry

He spins and rides so coldly
On his horse of velvet tweed
He picks the clouds and licks the cult
Of marijuana reed
...
The patchwork Princess has a friend--
A patchwork Bear she often mends
He reigns with her as Patchwork Prince
And they play in the wasted land
...
Today I wear two pearls on my ears.
They laugh at me as I ride, trapped,
Blindly, by the decision of crickets and fat
Old women whose black teeth are cracked.
...
"Julienne...look! My pen! died! You killed it! It died an honourable death!"
...
"all the wonderful things that stain those absolutely gorgeous plain clear full-of-potential white pages just waiting to be filled with love joy peace anger craziness and all 'round beauty in all ways possible."
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"Oh shoot you, you're beautiful
Now it's too late."
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"Baobab the Friendly Giant
Resembles a waterlogged tree
He says he doesn't but we know
He's as baobab as baobab can be"
...
"'Someday my prince will come!'
Everyday he sings this song
As around the glade he skips-
Snow White Skin and Salmon Lips!"
...
"my dear captain cream...come save my world today...need a little sunshine in this sorry lil' life"
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"But I'm just a vain, selfish, naive flower."
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"julz!!! i'm perfectlyX2 straight!!!"
...
"You wait little girl on an empty stage
For fate will turn the light on"
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"I'll go drown my sorrows in bio."
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"I feel very sorry for the jejunum. Quote : 'The jejunum isn't a very prominent part of the body.'-ms wong. I feel sad for the jejunum."
...
But the sec 3 memory i was looking for when i opened that book was something else, something paki gave me. I can't find it and i can't remember how it goes, but this is how it ends:

I put out the bed and stumbled into the light
All because you kissed me goodnight.

Those were crazy days of doing nothing but recording our lives in tiny notebooks. Three small girls sitting right at the back with the door to the Greatest View on the right, and the guitar propped up at the back. The peanut pancake that rotted under my desk. Peche's tiny ball handwriting and paki's frank and funny handwriting that i told her made every song lyric look corny; sorry, heh. The melodramatic poetic moments that came about because of quite honestly, the stupidest things. Poking peach with a pen when she nodded off in every (bio/chem?) lesson. Finding prank calls Fun. Having the appropriate lyrics for every single moment and emotion. Deciding on an icq nickname. Spending every lesson writing letters to each other about the great tragedies and predicaments in our lives and not even pretending to be paying attention. Hiding handphones and pagers and colored straps and highlighted hair. Talking through this new thing called love.

I don't know where those days went, but they're gone. If not for the Notebooks, who would remember them?