Friday, June 22, 2012

Bottles of the rosé smell like Dolce and Gabbana

Deflation.
Exam is THAAAT exhausting, it sucks so much out from you but do you realize it gives you a lot in return too?

 
 

For the past 2 weeks I spent my every waking hours with friends, making smart conversation, telling embarrassing stories from the past, exchanging the vision of future, like how we are gonna mermaid-fy ourselves in the pool when exam is over.
And it's amusing to see your classmates plucking their hair out because they don't know if they should choose A over B, but C sounds like a correct answer too. C is a bitch.
You know some of them will be with you if you make a mistake. Especially when you scolded yourself for squandering your study time on FB, then you see a few friends of yours updated their statuses. *huuuuuuh,I'm not the only one.

Unlike those despair moment in clinic, you screw your ass over and you'll be there standing alone, covering your face from the dashing pieces of cruelty with one hand, wiping your tears with another hand.


A message from friend when I lost my head in the hills of notes, saying you can do it, this is what exam gave me.
A caring friend helped me to collect my lost memory of clinical features of submucosal fibrosis when I forgot about them, this is what exam gave me.
A friend called me out for fancy dinner amidst apexogenesis and apexification when I didn't have time for my clamouring stomach, this is what exam gave me.

Here is a tip for you if you have exam anytime soon,
DRESS UP NICELY!
Because in case you don't know the answer,
-looking good but stupid, it's 21th century;
-but looking like shit and stupid, the world will abandon you, I kid you not.


Never lose both at the same time, you can't afford that.




Thursday, June 7, 2012

A good song is a good song

Simple like that.



I like how every song I listen to has a different part of me in it; I accidentally wired my feeling into the music, every now and then those familiar scent of feeling just pop out whenever I try to immobilise my fractured focus on hundred pages of words.
Too distracted to concentrate.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

To fall in love in the city

Falu Red
I walk into the world map
try to dance with shine and glare
but you smudge my unfinished moves
with the stranger's stare

Gamboge
I breath so deep
just to whisper
my wishful thinking
into your folded skin

Fluorescent grey
I refuse your drunken sex
here is my brush
so paint me the shoes
to tiptoe back to my magic map



A poem for my heart

Because they will hunt it down
Want to see the blood red
drip
lick
fade

So I penned them a song
without lyrics

There is where I hide