let lemons be angry

Nothing happens the whole week except for the playback of memories; forever i'll remember dawn, aimei and me flip-flopping downstairs with towels, beach bag and music in tow, only to be barred from using the pool. And i'll remember how we dipped our legs into the water with our backs to the sun and reaffirmed those vibes we get (how important to be reaffirmed, when your intuition is the only thing guiding what you know), and released all the things that have been scratching escape holes in the sand under our heartgates. Light is the heart that has less secrets. And it's always good to know that i'm not a stupid girl for being suspicious, feeling butterflies, acting cautious, losing tempers, or waiting around for the right thing to come.

Continuation of the Unsent letters, left here in the hope that they'll be miraculously found and miraculously understood.
1. I'm frightfully honest with you, and i hope you notice.
2. I came up with new words for those acronyms, and i wish i had thought of them then. It would have been a bigger, better laugh than it already was, and at your expense too. That said, i do wonder what life would be like if i didn't have any grudge against you. More woeful, perhaps.
3. I'm not that kind of girl. I thought i was.

Letters sent, now i have a week of OfficeGirl jobs to do. I am truly The OfficeGirl, as typical as she would come sold on tv. (Can make 1000 phonecalls in just 3 days! Does three drafts of graphic design work in a jiffy! Also emails schools individually! Get OfficeGirl now and she will also tidy up your desk and everything under it. Self-tanned female blonde: "Oh! That is simply amazing! Is it true?" Self-tanned old male: "It is indeed true, Roxy! In fact, because OfficeGirl is not even a government-registered worker, employers don't have to pay cpf for her! ")
I just opened an email from my boss detailing the things she wants me to do this week. They include getting blinds to cover her messy corner, cleaning out the fridge's accumulated frost and labelling the food in it, sifting through the brand new sky-high stack of newpapers, labelling the hundreds of articles i cut out last month, getting in-out trays for all the companies in the office.. (a great deal, for only $400 a month! Offer ends 30 June. So hurry, get the OfficeGirl to do all your dirty work now!)
I poke fun at it, but who can say no to a small woman with a big smile and a burglared drawer, who has pittance in her bank account and still aims high? Not me, I'm just a big-hearted softie.