December 2010
31 posts
daisy.
I am wired with two am doses of caffeine in giant blue plastic cups and thinking of malleable objects and things that go bump in the night. I think that if I major in English and Dance, I am wasting my parents’ money on a double degree that won’t be worth shit to 99.9% of the working world and I will be short changing myself because I know I have just enough brain power to dabble in...
the morning after.
Halfway between sleep & dreaming & consciousness there was this explosion of words like bullet trains & foreign limbs & something about carving out blood between two takers or souls holding on, the sea the sun the clinking of glasses the taking of shots trees sky morning sunset & this is when my memory fails me yet again because I have just woken up & I do not remember a...
notes from the plane.
Up in the air again and I’m finally homeward bound. I also have a sneaking suspicion that the man at the check in desk may have sent my luggage on its way to Thailand instead of Singapore and so I have spend the past seven hours fiddling with my Silly Bandz and watching Inception and some other immensely boring B grade movies while my mind constantly drifts back to the potential nightmare that...
box.
Things that I’m looking forward to:
Chicken rice, duck rice, anything & everything my grandmother cooks, seeing my grandmother, my bed, stringing my white fairy lights on my purple wall, my family, clean laundry on a regular basis, longer daylight hours, Lido, bumming around Felton’s house, bumming around Shinny’s new house, bumming in general, reading more, my coffee...
direct from moleskine.
Good morning New York City. It is nearly one in the afternoon and I am three kg heavier than when I first arrived - this is a problem. There’s something incredibly poetic about long and lonesome train journeys and beautiful boys sitting at Union Station with knitting needles and the leftovers from a Subway sandwich. I am going home in a couple of days I feel amazing and pleasantly aimless...
bliss.
Tonight was amazing. Best night of 2010, best night I’ve had in a long time because I got the opportunity to go from performing in James’ piece for Winter Dance that was perhaps the most emotionally difficult and intense and revealing piece of choreography I’ve ever done to performing with the rest of Precision to a fucking awesome pumped up crowd and finally getting to...
courting blues.
There are people wandering around with bright colored beanies and fingerless gloves to keep their palms warm and their fingers cold. Girls in shirts to big for their bones and boys in drainpipe jeans that seem to suffocate their crooked legs with each and every step they take. There are microwaves and freezers filled with boxes of frozen food for easy access and quick filling when people get too...
let's talk about grace.
It is nearly three in the morning. I am listening to the tracks in my Last.fm music library (Lisa Hannigan, Feist and Ben Gibbard, Jaymay, Panda Transport and all the classic quietly lovely musicians that are perfect for anytime of the day but especially after the sun goes down) and sniffing the velvety caramel scent that is emanating from my giant thermos of instant Starbucks coffee. I am...
or are we ashes & wine.
But I am wiser, because I am weak and not yet ready to spill over into this velvety hushed unknown. And so I will pay the price for standing still, for is it better than selling it all for what I know I will not love, for where I know I will never feel safe in my own skin.
sightlines.
We are like soldiers at midnight, collapsed in a heap on the dewdrop grass, our feelings branded on our chests and the truth simmering like burnt rubber at the back of our throats. Limbs trembling hearts thudding eyes burning an end of the world gray because we are far from home and the night is so foreign and so young.
I am red sky morning. I am the yellow of my skin and the purple of my veins....
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FIrst time performing hip-hop in nineteen months. Yeah, I’m excited.
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The most beautiful libraries in the entire world.
clarity.
Picture this. Ships swirling shock to your guts and everything is spilling over in hazy fits and bursts of excitement, like you’ve swallowed too much to fast and now we’re all drowning with our hands up in salute of the heavens, but it’s alright. I am singing because this is the end of the road, my fingers and toes tingling with a kind of jaded thrill that only comes along once...
jose gonzales - heartbeats