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I'm Lmy.

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escapism

Sunday, August 26, 2012






(all from q's insta)


so today was kind of last day of school

school is always made x1000 better when you have 3 other girls who do stupid things together
like having a soyamilk party, planning to make ellie badges, sneaking into class annie-style, playing cameos in shoki's a-level film project and 101 stupid jokes




walked to dad's shop after school
joo chiat/katong is one of my favourite places in singapore, it's one of the few areas that are quite quaint
it's a feeling you can't get in uber modern places, like tampines
i love tampines, but sometimes old-style places feel charming
i like the architecture of the shophouses, enjoy walking by and peering into the little shops and old-style eateries
stepped into dad's shop and am greeted by rows and rows of rattan chairs with the whorls in the centre and rattan swings
and it feels like i've stepped into another time

climbed up the old swirly staircase at the back to the shophouse my aunts live in
after bathing dozed off at the table and aunt tapped my shoulder, pointed me to the bed in the guestroom
lay quietly on the sheets listening to sounds of chinese radio, karaoke from a bar, cars passing by downstairs, people talking loudly in the back alley
thought "what is it like to live here"
counted squares on ceiling and fixed hazy vision on windchime by wooden slated windows until sleep arrived
drawn over body  like a stranger's blanket
warm but weird/weird but warm
then had a dream where i was living another girl's life in another girl's body, where i was not me


went to a place, got upset when someone told me "you are too affected by what others say"
remembered bashing the ice cubes around in my sugarcane drink passive aggressively
and tried to look haughty in between sips
it's no good
they're right
it is quite significant but wish i could tell them,
what they say matters only because it echoes what i say to myself
in no way do i think myself alike sylvia plath,
but i wish i would stop stinking up my own bell jar








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