talking of Michaelangelo.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
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circus freak // 7:18 am
Come in! Come see the freak show! The green freak slinking in the corner of inferiority. The green freak wrought with self-doubt and insecurity. We found her in the forest of ignorance. Come and watch her strangle her self with self-pity and lack of self-confidence!
How can it be that he is is a spider. His brain, webs spinning farther and farther out. No small trivia detail could fool him. He knows all. You ask him about anything and in the small confines of his mind, he'll weave out vast universes of knowledge.
You know nothing, (Jon Snow). Worst yet, one day the freak may not be able to keep up with the spider anymore and may wither away like any other sad circus freak. Unfortunately for her, her self-pity won't take her anywhere. So she must keep up this marathon and facade or slink in the corner, give up and just die.
Don't be so dramatic, you fool.
Alexander Hamilton was shot by Aaron Burr.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
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ode to goodbye // 9:03 pm
Such an ordinary story, this one.
Once upon a night ten years ago, he held her hand and asked, 'Can I kiss you?' - the first time of many. Bed time nonsensical stories and stars by the water, a blur of embraces, feelings, words. (Most importantly words. Also mostly empty.)
Millions of miles and moments later, collision. Memories, insignificant anyway.
Strangers, not even acquaintances. Both in the arms of others, brushing past each other under some unfriendly streetlight; eye contact: recognition. No more words. (Nor feelings, nor embraces.) The ebb and flow does not stop.
Think nothing of nothing. Hold the one you have.
Hold them tight.
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
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roaming // 8:46 am
Roaming in my dreams... to India. Reading poetry and watching people in some cafe somewhere. Strange people, some hand holding and running after trains in the mud. Who were they?
Woken by an Indian summer rain and I was back in my room. Hm, monsoon season.
Is it alright to have dreams such as this?
Curious. Curious, indeed.
Monday, June 06, 2016
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sentimentally speaking // 8:01 am
Feels surreal. I'm back in my staff room cubicle, back in "the grind". Flying there, coming back, it was like a blurry whirlwind dream. A sweet one, happy one with laughter and hugs and new friends.
Weddings always get me, but this one, it was more than just "get" me. I was
impressed completely blown away by its grace, sweetness, sentimentality. Steeped in tradition and modern but warm and cozy and so much love. It was so much more than just a formality, it was a joyous celebration! We even got to share the wedding wine with the bride and groom. I felt so honoured to be part of such a close-knit wedding.
(I can only hope mine will be even half as elegant and graceful as this. I "caught" the bouquet! Is it gonna be me soon?)
But this isn't about me! There are no more words, I've said them all already. I am ecstatic she has found someone so loving, so strong, so warm, so dependable. CONGRATS!
I am an aromatic pear and everything was beautiful.
Thursday, June 02, 2016
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heat // 3:42 pm
Cicadas and the scent of lingering mosquito incense always remind me of Japanese summers.
In the mornings here, I hear the swarms of cicadas chirping their songs. Butterflies in flight too. It's sweltering here already. Bye-bye spring indeed.
Can't wait to escape to Japan even for just 30 something hours. Gentle breezes. I get to see my Japanese family and celebrate with westail :)
