Realm
i am a destroyer. a natural one. everything turned into ashes and dust when my fingers touched them. even the computer i used for robot firing died a horrible blue death last friday. maybe that was why even love left me and never lingered long enough for me to feel its warmth.
my social calendar has been filled with Xs for the past few weeks. this filled my life with semblance of meaning. three weeks, the last time i checked, it hasn't felt like three weeks. the little fragments of memories seems so distant and sparse now, clinging for its dear life onto the edges of the leaves like freshly formed dew in the dawn, or like the lalang that has been dispersed by the wind. the mysterious brown box of residues still hiding in that dark corner of the room.
i sauntered into the office unapologetically dressed in black from head to toe, mirroring my mood on a dark moody monday morning. even those exorbitantly priced pieces of laces alluring inside is a sinister midnight blue. the only betrayal of that gothic ensemble was my perfectly pedicured nails. a chanel vamp.
another gargantuan load of work was begging for my accomplishment. sometimes i wished i could wave the wand and shout "expelliamus!!". and there they go. up and disappeared into smoke into the thin air.
my brain cells are bleeding dry from all the complexities of the technology that organisations are peddling nowadays. stuck in a crappy nine to five trying to earn that living which is sucking my life out of me. lines of da vinci codes waiting for me to decipher among more error codes. in the hot humid afternoon, i was estranged in a four hours meeting right after lunch, brainstorming with whom i thought were the best democrats ever lived. i saw stars and birds circling above my head when i was out of that prison. i want to go home.
finally after much drag, i have written a cheque for my bloodthirty government to transfer the employment of the maid under my name. a good bloodthirty two hundred grams. in my own realm that i have painstakingly built at home, sometimes i feel like stretching out my arms and point at the new maid. "YOU! GO WASH THE TOILIET!!" to vent all the oppressions that i have felt in the office on my newly appointed slave and have a taste of bossing my subjects around.
i am the queen at home where i can seek solace when i want to and have the ability to order people around. and i shall rule with a bejeweled iron fist.
my social calendar has been filled with Xs for the past few weeks. this filled my life with semblance of meaning. three weeks, the last time i checked, it hasn't felt like three weeks. the little fragments of memories seems so distant and sparse now, clinging for its dear life onto the edges of the leaves like freshly formed dew in the dawn, or like the lalang that has been dispersed by the wind. the mysterious brown box of residues still hiding in that dark corner of the room.
i sauntered into the office unapologetically dressed in black from head to toe, mirroring my mood on a dark moody monday morning. even those exorbitantly priced pieces of laces alluring inside is a sinister midnight blue. the only betrayal of that gothic ensemble was my perfectly pedicured nails. a chanel vamp.
another gargantuan load of work was begging for my accomplishment. sometimes i wished i could wave the wand and shout "expelliamus!!". and there they go. up and disappeared into smoke into the thin air.
my brain cells are bleeding dry from all the complexities of the technology that organisations are peddling nowadays. stuck in a crappy nine to five trying to earn that living which is sucking my life out of me. lines of da vinci codes waiting for me to decipher among more error codes. in the hot humid afternoon, i was estranged in a four hours meeting right after lunch, brainstorming with whom i thought were the best democrats ever lived. i saw stars and birds circling above my head when i was out of that prison. i want to go home.
finally after much drag, i have written a cheque for my bloodthirty government to transfer the employment of the maid under my name. a good bloodthirty two hundred grams. in my own realm that i have painstakingly built at home, sometimes i feel like stretching out my arms and point at the new maid. "YOU! GO WASH THE TOILIET!!" to vent all the oppressions that i have felt in the office on my newly appointed slave and have a taste of bossing my subjects around.
i am the queen at home where i can seek solace when i want to and have the ability to order people around. and i shall rule with a bejeweled iron fist.
do not offend me.
or else.
a miracle struck @ * 11:58 PM * (",)
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