I am in my mind, greatly indulgent in the only language I am fluent in.
I speak smoothly with perfect pronunciation and enunciation, used frequently in dramatic stories and passionate speeches (in the shower). Each syllable is thick with every sound to be said, and I listen hard because it gives me pleasure when I say well something difficult. I physically feel the blissful sinking into a story when it is told with the emotion it was written with, sigh. Probably my mother instilled this love in me, her voice is immaculate with its combination of trained perfection and her God given talent in both vocals and performance. Stories draw me in the way music does not, it unsticks stuck doors in my head and parts my heart in a release that flows. It helps me see beyond what it is, or what they really are.
My emotional nature easily separates a created story from my real life. Delightfully, thoroughly thrilling.
A poem on Rome is due, an urgent addition in my mental checklist. BUT duty (early Groupon appointment) calls, so the stanzas are taking a rain check due to the late hour.
Something new came along with 2014, I have now begun talking to myself. I had a conversation with my dad with myself during lunch, he stared at me almost laughing but I was actually having fun.
I had the absolute best Saturday with @Chloehasnotwitter!!!! It’s like we’re one mind. Everything I thought she voiced at the exact second, and it’ll follow with dramatic gestures and really loud voices. I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!!! We’re meant to be. There has never been a time where I’ve gone out with the intention to shop and I actually find what I’m looking for. On this wondrous, invigorating Saturday however, we found the boots I’ve been searching for for years, within fifteen minutes. We bought the same flats, WORE THEM TOGETHER, shared a two person changing room and made suggestive comments (if anyone outside was listening).
From the time I hid on the other side of the glass like a creep watching you look for me (and laugh to yourself), to our sad departure on bus 33, it was so, so great. I love you Chole with a stole. (I just realised ‘stole’ is actually another word too I didn’t think of it till now. Also, the typo in your name was deliberate I hope you know.) It was the most fantastic Saturday.
'I haven't felt this carefree, and (big wild hand gestures) in such a long, long time!'
I hope you don’t feel weird that I quoted you, and I hope I got it all right.
The light drizzle in the evening touched my cheeks in a kiss
like how you do, my dear
when life goes amiss.
I had stepped light to the tune of the glad silver lining,
on this cool blue day
I could feel Christmas was coming.
I heard your lovely voice singing of I growing older,
I knew in acceptance and love
this year had left me much warmer.
The hope and the laughs, the dreams yet to become,
I’m building my wings
I’m flying into the sun.
I had a really good day today!
Met Josepg after what feels like ages, laughed a lot, talked a lot. As usual I trudged behind as he shopped, me talking loudly about his future child’s poverty if he kept spending on shirts. We had a funny moment where I thought this other guy was him so I just stood there waiting with my phone out and he suddenly appeared to drag me away, wondering why I was just standing there for that long. It was hilarious.
Oh and he said this
Me (at some decorations) ‘How is pink in any way Christmassy?’
Josepg ‘Maybe because it’s an off-red.’
Josepg ‘WHAT I’m trying to justify..it!’
I still can’t decide whether or not he made sense.
Then I had school which was really interesting, and after Amanda and I (unsuccessfully) searched Tiong Bahru plaza for some eclairs. Oh but it was our last lesson with our tutor Danny, that was sad. He was good. It is sad.
Now it’s 4am and I shall sleep. Here’s to the rest of the week being good too! I pray.
I try to drink in every bit of Christmas spirit I can find in this country, though its getting increasingly difficult to harvest anything genuine from the abundance of commercial intentions. Nothing irks me like ‘HITACHI’ glaring underneath every set of Christmas lights.
Studying is great when information is smoothly understood. As an added bonus too, now that I’ve been practicing, my handwriting significantly easier to read! Now to actually understand the questions I have to answer…..
When Chloe and I had dinner a while back.
Procrastination is a disease that has infiltrated my very bones.
Its been an unpleasant day so far. Last night though, was the BEST.
I’m miserable living here but these two yesterday made it the greatest place in the world. The amazing pastas helped too, along with piles upon piles of cheesy olive mushroom pizza, RAVIOLI, lemon cake, peaches, apple fizz. Not forgetting the one odd tile from the world’s greatest piece of improvisation. I can’t remember the last time I laughed myself into a teary, blubbering but happy, mess. Happy Birthday dear Megs, I love love love LOVE you!
My one moment of genius.
I smudged it so now my thigh has a huge black ink mark.
Creepy photos of myself I send to my boyfriend. This one says, ‘I SEE YOU ALWAYS WHILE LOOKING SURPRISED’.
‘You have an ulcer, I have an ulcer.’ Our version on the romantic ‘bird’ line, except only he has the ulcer. I just pretend for support.
My faces at school.
Baby tweety messy table is in Perth and is going to buy fudge back. YAY FUDGE!