December 2011
10 posts
fucked.
2 tags
Last day of internship
Prim and proper
from the start
but really
the slut of my heart
left herself so open for so many
to enter
yet still hungry for more
stemming starvation
with a hundred mini marshmallows
artificially sweet
5 tags
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...
6 tags
“To catch a love,
you must not use the splintered
cup of your hands, but fling...”
– Vivace, Cyril Wong
7 tags
5 tags
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...
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...
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?
October 2011
2 posts
August 2010
1 post
May 2010
1 post
I unwittingly breathe in their odour. There are too many pairs of rotting eyes when he cuts out my breasts. He plays with it, squeezing, sucking and juggling it, the gore of my own blood and flesh dotting the air, splashed onto my face like his drool. Then he studies them, a pair of wobbling bloodstains and teethmarks. He regrets not cutting out a bigger piece, and throws it to his friends. They...
April 2010
3 posts
December 2009
41 posts
And now i don’t know how to say it!
Today I learnt a lot about the internet, and am once again inspired by how driven the S@S people are.
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda, I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair (via vituperation)
close enough XD
moviescore:
Alan Menken “Transformation” Beauty...
Appearance: I am 5’4 or shorter. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different colour. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I have/I’ve had braces. I wear glasses. I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free. I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than 2...
“Today, I was working in a coffee shop when 2 gay men walked in holding hands. As...”
– MMT
Awww.
This morning i put facial wash on my toothpaste and brushed my teeth and only realised when i was spitting it out.
