let lemons be angry

she came to me
with her arms open wide
learns my style
there she stood like a child

with her hair flowing down in blue cascades

my completeness.

One boy is the only boy who can make her cry. One is the only one who makes her laugh. Which is more significant?
-Another Korean show, my current fixation and education. I always learn life lessons from corny romance shows like The Bachelor and Joe Millionaire and Korean drama serials.

Life without the job has been good. I gave my boss a pair of earrings, and she gave me a farewell lunch and a big hug. I'll miss her opera singing and her cocktail dresses and her big smiles that let her get away with murder. It was a good ending to one of the strangest stints i've ever been and will ever be a part of.

Today's just been a hazy remembrance of two worlds: of yoghurt and bread, of painful tears and nonsensical laughter, of bags and strangers on the street, of chinotto and j1, of thai kicks to the stomach and stabs to the heart. I alternate between laughing out loud and looking down sadly, making passengers on the train stare at me. I'm a tourist in my own town, who gets lost everyday and needs my Transitlink guide to get around, and the last thing i needed was to be left in the lost and found.

What i'm really terrified of now is if all the good things were just foam, which will disappear before the sad things do. Okay i won't be pessimistic. To a bright future, with Timberlux flea market on 23rd and 24th july (everyone COME!) and grand plans yet to be made. I shall slap myself on the cheeks to wake myself up, and henceforth look no more to the shadowy, melancholic things. To the sun and Harajuku Girls! "Yohji Yamamo-to!"