it’s the hot light bleeding in thru glass on skin, the abrasive, granular rumble, the clash of metal and strings in your ears, the steely composure, the ebb and flow of Contact and Retreat, the catch of an eye, the etched scars on blue brick, the seventy stops and nothing ever less, the trudge on dirt to orange architecture, the anticipation of possibilities.
and i’m here.
here on firm ground.
because wherever i am, is.
someone please remind ro i’m a post-grad student.
and that pg’s do not carry cookie monster lunch boxes to school.
:)
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sweaty palms, uncomfortably prickled necks, damp nooks behind the knees. hot summer days leave creases. the air tastes thick, taunting. all i want to do is bottle up a stray breeze and drown in its rivulets. respite. i think, simple. like conversations on a red couch, hands over ears, muffled speech loops, ice-cold, tangy-yellow mangoes cut in cubes, laughter i want to box up and save for a greysky day, marbled chocolate soymilk that leave crescent shaped stains.
i’m a contradiction today.
hello,
i once read that alone, you find your distilled self. i need you to fade for a while so this cacophony in my head can subside. you are the story i wrote then. where everything was good and perfect, where whimsical frames complemented and completed. i could still be right. i’ll never know. there’s an intoxicating comfort knowing you’re there behind opened doors but i long for the glittering clarity of being safe even when they are shut. i’ve made room to accomodate, to slip into shoes bigger than mine and it is terrifyingly grown up. i don’t feel quite prepared, but when do you, really, anyway.
so here i am, and i will be off. i’m pocketing you in a cranial corridor where though you will never be a stranger, neither will you be too close for me to fall back to.
ro’s band, scene at the movies will be on hitz.fm’s malaysian top ten today at 4pm, and later at 7pm on x-fresh!
like the excited poppies that we are, we’ve already got hitz.fm on live streaming, so it’s all systems go.
catch them on air and vote for their debut single sunsets & sketches here!
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today, i erred on the side of aesthetics and stumbled upon an exterior that hid sapience and a strange fierceness.
i forget that simplicity can be profound.
so i’ve got a blank tag looming in my head and quite frankly, i’m dead tired of the unending loop it keeps playing.
sometimes i wish i was brave enough to be vulnerable.
say what you will, say all that you can.
decipher thoughts you can’t think.
we all long for explosions in the sky
but resignedly contend with dimunitive flickers and stale flares.
9 a.m today saw me clutching the aforementioned bird’s eye country harvest frozen veges, trying to soothe some very sore, very burnt fingertips.
note to self. metal trays in recently used oven toasters may just be a little bit too hot.
ok, so not my most brilliant moment there.
why don’t we have a regular pop-up toaster in the apartment!!?
i reckon i should be spokesperson for bird’s eye.
***
this morning’s drama was placated with a trip to eureka’s 88th floor sky deck.
the panoramic views of melbourne city were pretty breath taking. however, my (already grossly inept) sense of direction was severely compromised way up so high.
me: that’s docklands rite?
ro: err… no. that’s docklands *points in opposite direction*
me: umm… yes. that’s right.
thank goodness for clever architects who know whats what and where’s where.
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yellow clingstone peaches are the shiznit, yo.
