Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I had my hair done today. Cropped short, coloured, highlighted…woddeva. Would you believe I don’t feel a thing now, 2 short hours later? The last time I had my hair done, the colour ran out in the shower and for a year after I endured a muddy-coloured thatch on my…
What business do teenagers have with ambition? Will our bad choices make them cynical? I’m gad they made this one sensible. I’ve been youth surfing.
There are days I hate my job for how little time it leaves me for the rest of my life. And other days, I’m grateful for my job for the very same reason. This has been a week, month, no….six whole months of mad work. Time has passed and I…
Men like teaching me stuff,
Educating me on how it all is
Sometimes things I already know
Occasionally better than them.
It’s nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be. I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging. You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we…
A day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~Last night It was madnessI’m not afraid of madnessIt’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me backThat madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!One moment, one blink…is all it needs. Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness. I fell asleep last night…
A relationship in 55 words. She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said…
Sex in 55 words. Carrie Bradshaw: Just when I thought I couldn’t get any higher….he spooned me. I asked him, I know why I love spooning. It feels good to be held and cuddled. But what’s it for you? He said, It also feels good to hold and cuddle someone….
I am slowly but surely sinking in the quicksand of work. I initially called it a ‘sea of work’ but I realised I can swim. This is exactly like quicksand, the more you struggle, the faster you go down. Maybe I should stop telling people about my ‘dream job’. Every…
Last week, I was coming home and I stopped at a traffic signal. The car next to me had its windows down and the strains of When love and hate collide drifted to me. Oh, oh, oh. The pain of a treasured memory that will never be real again, is…