knots&knends
fucked.
Last day of internship
First day of internship
Ornate in polka dots
with crimson trim
the gentle new face
obstructs the door to a quick smoke
until the edict of lunch
rings in cheers
and the office waltzes down
leaving my feet timid against wisened wood
and my silhouette framed by
green glass panes
each spilling lime light
for my slow descent to missing spectators.
The sun is a blazing bitch!
I squint at tarmac
refusing an audience to the stamp museum
my shoulders humor a hunch
to perform with my dis-heart
then I sit with the chicken
nose in air
bravely modeling dignity
to chattering crowds
who flank my wait at the junction
as I return
to send love to 198 strangers
while hoping be noticed someday.
To catch a love,
you must not use the splintered
cup of your hands, but fling open
the net of an entire life
sewn from the cicatrix of every
secret loss and wrecked desire.
yes, you- grace me with your cold shoulder..
I love Adele because she sings the souls that would otherwise never be properly heard. She sings my soul for me.
Adele | Cold Shoulder
The low falls reminds me of Belle’s gown in Beauty and the Beast- but silk chiffon!
chiffon chiffon silk chiffon- what was I saying?
1954 Jean Desses pink silk ball gown
(Source: ladymacabre)
I am supposed to be churning out an internship report + trolling for sponsorship contacts for play prod-
FOR THE LAST 7 DAYS.
Well, fml for being a model of procrastination. But the past few days have been a breather from the monotony that has kinda sunk in since school stole my social life a few months ago.
Highlights, to me, if not to anyone else-
1. Ming’s performance
2. A nice htht-ish sorta supper with Chris and Aishah
3. Visited an artful (pun intended) little nook hiding all sorts of surprises including a particularly nasty one that is blood-sucking capitalism
4. Found a perfect place for the anniversary picnic
5. Tribal Gathering of Jaw Benders or being a sorta punk for perhaps the one and only time in my life
6. My first attempt at hosting a Christmas party/get-together! (should have worn a dress)
7. Under The Ice at Zirca with Doris and many strangers.
8. Mahjong Win with the 4o4 darlings.
9. Bought the Herchcovitch for Mel shoes heehee
and I also lost my matric card (again), and have a million errands to run, and am considering auditioning for Boy. This was really all of my December holidays, and now i return to contemplate the gravity of my looming internship report with more KNNCCB than is suitable for this blog.
Some people I’ve met in my life I am ashamed of
Some I periodically stalk because I’ve such a crush on them and their work
Some I want to Be.
Some I know I would be best friends with if I only had the time
Some that visit me only in my dreams
None that I really hate
Some that I’ve loved and let go.
Some I thought I loved
Some I know I’m going to love forever
Which one will the next person be?
the air ingests me as my thoughts tip-toe towards the idea of meeting you after nearly 140 days.
again I am confronted with the fact that I might never know the truth, and consequently I would lie served as a dish eternally “lacking something”
garnished so beautifully,
sold with flourish,
does it really matter?
