P-chan's messy head
In the last couple of weeks, the most intimate moment must have been Richard holding my hand while singing one of my favourite songs. I swear there was a spark. Other sweet incidents are invitations and WhatsApp messages from out of the blue. You would believe one has already forgotten about you, but in reality, Read More …
Do you remember when Mr. Keating said that the way you walk defines you as a person? Lately, each step that I take feels like a fall inside a dream – like a hypnic jerk. You twitch as though falling. Then I check if my eyes are open; I check if I am walking on Read More …
Do you remember waking up as a child, hoping that time would go fast so that you would be an adult tomorrow? I used to fantasize about running away as soon as I turned 18. And I did run away. To England. And for a second, it felt like it had never happened or like Read More …
…and if distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder? Maybe I just imagine things again, which you know is deadly for one’s perception of reality. I’ll be sleeping on a mattress cover tonight with no blanket with my head resting on a discoloured pillow formerly soaked with sweat reminiscent of my worst nightmares. I’ve given Read More …
Stop focusing on things I cannot change, stop focusing on things I cannot change, stop focusing on things I cannot change… Due to bus diversion, I had to walk from Moorgate all the way to London Bridge and wait almost 35min for my bus. It’s 04:09 now. I feel nothing – too many cigarettes today Read More …
Can you ever be jealous of someone’s memory? Imagine this person is re-experiencing this memory with you without you even knowing it. But eventually, you’ll find out, and it hurts to think that during that particular moment you thought was special, he wasn’t thinking about you—tough shit. The wrong reaction, but you cannot help the Read More …