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What.cha.ma.call.it seemed like the perfect word to sum up my thoughts toward launching my very first blog. According to the Oxford Dictionary, the fifteen letter word can be used to refer to a thing whose name one does not know. The word was something like a blessing as it relieved me of my blog naming stress and blog name generator quest. I happily settled with it because I believe the definition of the word can be used to describe creative works and the way in which they may be “unrecalled”, “unknown”, or “unexposed”. It came as a bit of a shock to me to find out that “whatchamacallit” was not just a colloquial word used in our everyday conversations but a legit dictionary term.

I am a person with many thoughts, perhaps even too many thoughts sometimes. This blog can hopefully be a platform for me to span my wings of creativity and fly. Poems, pictures, inspirational quotes, personal philosophies only begin to describe the diverse material I will post in my blog. There will be a ton of “whatchamacallit moments” so don’t say I didn’t warn you! Enjoy to your own discretion.


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Friday, October 04, 2013

A Day in the Life of a Key

I feel trapped because I am handcuffed to this clown of a key-chain. Why is it staring at me? It's mocking me and bragging its colours. I'm just a dull piece of metal with weird shapes and cuts along my edges. Oh, yay, someone is picking me up. Maybe I will get a chance to one up the clown and prove my function- to fit perfectly in the key hole and let my slim body turn ever so slightly and hear the rewarding click which pronounces the triumph of my maneuver. But, no, I get dropped. The metal ring clashes with my head.  The clown jerk laughs at me and my rusty metal shoots him a merciless glare. I hear the garage door open and footsteps. It must be my owner.

               " How was school today honey?" I hear.
               " Fine, we had PE and got PE locks for our lockers," Amy answers.

I am lifted up and Amy ever so gently loops her gym locker key into the chain. I smirk at the clown. Now I have a buddy. It's two against one. Take that, clown! I see the look of defeat across the eyes of the clown and smile to myself.
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