A M I C O O L ?
Despite my depressing disposition on life saying otherwise, I like to think I am. I have my own kind of cool that I assure myself no one else has. My identity is unique like everyone else. So in a way, I'm cool. Cooler than anyone else while synchronously being the un-coolest one.
I've come to accept that. I won't be like everyone else nor will everyone else be like me.
So why don't I feel so cool?
M Y P R E D I C T I O N S W E R E C O R R E C T
February was exhausting.
Even more so than January. With universities, and work and events piling up, I rarely had time to blog unfortunately. It's only now, at the end of February do I have the time to sit and write.
So here are some highlights from my February.
W E H I D F R O M B U L L E T S U N D E R D I S C O B A L L S
Play that funky music. And pray we survive the night. Dance under strobe lights before we drop. After our hearts beat to the rhythm. Beating itself from iron casings that shatter ribs. Hold these cassettes close to our chests, needing KISS to survive. Listening to vinyls muted children's cry.
Don't leave me this way, in a crowded room full of strangers. It's silent on the dance floor. Deafening music hide clattering guns cocking. The song plays well and we all fall.
I will survive. They won't.
Don't leave me this way, in a crowded room full of strangers. It's silent on the dance floor. Deafening music hide clattering guns cocking. The song plays well and we all fall.
I will survive. They won't.
H E L L O T O K Y O
Part 2 of this Travel With Me: Japan Edition.
I spent my December in Japan, spending the first half in Yokohama and the second half in Tokyo. Tokyo is distinct, unlike any city I've visited. A melting pot of both tech and culture. Japanese characters up on billboards, bold and cute to behold.
So why not film it?
I spent my December in Japan, spending the first half in Yokohama and the second half in Tokyo. Tokyo is distinct, unlike any city I've visited. A melting pot of both tech and culture. Japanese characters up on billboards, bold and cute to behold.
So why not film it?
This is the last one, I promise.
One of my goals this year is to read 52 books. I am not succeeding. January and February consumed my time with other activities. Also, none of my unfinished books looked interesting which prompted me to buy new books. Despite being broke.
Why? Because I do not think things through.
So here are the books I picked up so far.
I ' V E F A L L EN I L L.
Twice in a week.
I dropped dead this Monday, falling down with a crude internal bowel system. Thus, I was bedridden for the next two days. Just when I was recuperating from it, I got the sniffles. Sneezing out snots and head pains searing my skull. Damn you, anemia-causing-weak-immunity-system.
So while I'm still trying to revive myself, I thought I'd round up all of my social media!
At least, my top five most used social media accounts.
W E ' R E T H E N E W R O M A N T I C S
Come along with me. Darling, there's so much to do and so much to be. Expected to be without love but lost in it. A product of hollow hearts and empty embraces from the generation of cynics and skeptics. Liasons leave as we remain. Infatuation concise but intense. A paramount of pleasure perfect in this reckless collisions.
Darling, we could be so free.
We could be lovers lighting the dark. Hiding from dangers found and monsters lurking around. Without morals, without judgement, without care. We could be so happy. In a perfect moment without a tomorrow. Alone together without a goodbye. Be one without another.
Darling, won't you love me?
E R M E R G E R D , C L O T H E S !
Admittedly, I am not fashionable.
I've discussed my ineptitude countless and countless of times. And though I've made peace with the truth, I still want clothes. It is innate in our nature to desire, to receive and to repeat. In Japan, I desired clothes.
Japan has such an immerse sense of style. Girls in high heeled boots with stocking and short skirts. Boys in smart suits with ties fastened around their neck. I stared longingly, wishing I wasn't dressed so frumpy with my hand-knitted beanie and oversize sweater. This envy made me buy pieces in both Japan and Singapore.
In an attempt to look cool, and always failing.
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