Monday, May 05, 2008

Breathless

I braced myself.
Looked intently, my gaze never wavering
Smothered my sight.
Brought to my lips.
Left me breathless...
...as I gathered every ounce of myself,
my muscles tensing,
getting ready for blowing some sense
into that spoonful of steaming hot rice!

And man, should I tell you, blowing out the heat from too-hot rice knocks the wind out of my pipes.

I don't like rice when it's too hot and soft. It doesn't fill my stomach as it should, and I think the heat strips my buds from tasting the food properly. I eat rice best like a construction worker: cold and hard, punch of flavor from the ulam(viand), the weight of the rice dropping in my stomach to my hungry satisfaction.

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Kheeit.
Hiii. Thanks for coming.
I'm Kit. I'm the girl kind of Kit.
I love blue and noodles and stars and barefootedness.
I'm a Bible Baptist. I wear skirts ALL the time and have lots of heels and love J-e-s-u-s.
I'm SEVENTEEN. I can't believe I'm so old.
I'm a Biology major and it is ridiculously awesome.

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