Another cloudy day
Indeed, another cloudy day and I won't be surprised if it starts raining all over again. Our reservoirs should be fully filled with these barrels of rain water.
Sometimes I get really tired and bored sitting on my red swivel, clicking/looking x 1000 and typing for probably x200. Sometimes fights with jo makes me wonder if we are born to be structured or should we try to be more carefree with life choices. But I know one thing is that.. I have broken jo's structure (grow, learn, marry, birth, old, death). At least for now, what happens in the future, no one knows.
Sometimes fights with her makes me realize I am just too heck-care, bo-chap and too relaxed to have bothers burdening me down. Or is it that she is too bothered by so many things that she wants to control? Our lives past so quickly, quickly second decades are here, and some of you are probably going to be in your third decades, how are we going to measure quality of life? By having alot of money, by having alot of fun, by having alot of achievements, or how many kids have you given birth to?
Growing up is hard. Making a life is hard. Where would we be in the end? Maybe I should be structured.. in a lesbian way I guess. Maybe Jo would love me more.
Maybe when I am old, I can still be a diva. I have a very queer persona I don't know why. I like bright lights, stage and loud flamboyance. With Goldfrapp. I want to flash my boas and pink feathers. I want to be a performer but no one knows who I am so I can perform with all anonymity.
Or opera wayang. I like it when they paint their faces with thick white face paint with exaggerated brows and side burns and little curls at their forehead with thick pink blusher with fiery red lips. With all the costumes; I like it plain like those village girls with long sleeves which I can prance and just sway it just the way I like it.
I am just a woman living in Pasir Ris. Nothing more. Just another woman chasing dreams only in her sleep.
Ok back to clicking. (And HK Series)
Sometimes I get really tired and bored sitting on my red swivel, clicking/looking x 1000 and typing for probably x200. Sometimes fights with jo makes me wonder if we are born to be structured or should we try to be more carefree with life choices. But I know one thing is that.. I have broken jo's structure (grow, learn, marry, birth, old, death). At least for now, what happens in the future, no one knows.
Sometimes fights with her makes me realize I am just too heck-care, bo-chap and too relaxed to have bothers burdening me down. Or is it that she is too bothered by so many things that she wants to control? Our lives past so quickly, quickly second decades are here, and some of you are probably going to be in your third decades, how are we going to measure quality of life? By having alot of money, by having alot of fun, by having alot of achievements, or how many kids have you given birth to?
Growing up is hard. Making a life is hard. Where would we be in the end? Maybe I should be structured.. in a lesbian way I guess. Maybe Jo would love me more.
Maybe when I am old, I can still be a diva. I have a very queer persona I don't know why. I like bright lights, stage and loud flamboyance. With Goldfrapp. I want to flash my boas and pink feathers. I want to be a performer but no one knows who I am so I can perform with all anonymity.
Or opera wayang. I like it when they paint their faces with thick white face paint with exaggerated brows and side burns and little curls at their forehead with thick pink blusher with fiery red lips. With all the costumes; I like it plain like those village girls with long sleeves which I can prance and just sway it just the way I like it.
I am just a woman living in Pasir Ris. Nothing more. Just another woman chasing dreams only in her sleep.
Ok back to clicking. (And HK Series)
posted by queerbarbie at 1:02 PM
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