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About Me  jiaqian → fangirl. insane. beware. → am a little twisted, and a lot disturbing, but once you look past the insaneness, i'm quite interesting. → this is a mostly a place for me to wax horrible poetry and post cryptic rants that no one will understand but of late it has evolved into yet another angsty diary. but the last time i checked, that's what blogs are for. →also, lots of typos since i'm normally high (on life, not crack!), tipsy or depressed when i write my posts. seriously. → profanity galore. honest raw emotions. are you squirmy when it comes to emotions? → slightly unhinged. dancing on the edge yet in control. perfection is overrated. The likes ♥
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Credits Layout design by Eefennie. edited by mua. | Wednesday, April 17, 2013 this is fun maybe i'll write all my posts like this because fragmented sentences reflect my fragmented thoughts my mind is spinning on an endless catch and seek ideas a whispered symphony, a midsummer night's wind maybe if i write them all down they'll stop plaguing me at night? frankly i'm tired of grasping at straws slipping through my fingers peering through the mist i want to be clear and what better way than to document it carelessly free write's only right for this jumbled head of mine then maybe today i will sleep well epik till the death of me; 3:49 PM Tuesday, April 16, 2013 you ask me about melbourne how do i find it? how do i cope? i sit down to reply but words escape me sentences are too hard life moves too fast for me to stop so have a poem deny grammar class is okay i love it even the tutor is cute i think he overestimates me the weather is nice i've given up on combs the wind can be my stylist she is fickle but she means well even if my clothes aren't thick enough my friends are great i fell in with them faster than expected the other day we danced he spun me into another's arms i wish i could've captured my laugh there are no sprawling campuses there is no quiet love story but there is warmth and walks by the river there is running in the rain at 3am and nerf gun battles across the sofa i will be sad to let this freedom go is this the new start i dreamed of? i think it is but even if it isn't, it's as close as can ever be. all i know is, i have no regrets i made the right decision. epik till the death of me; 9:37 PM Thursday, April 11, 2013 yesterday was my mom's birthday!
one of my earliest memories of her was when i was 7. my mom used to drive my neighbour and i to class, but our class started at 1, and my sister's class ended at 12.30, so we always went early. my mom would buy picture storybooks and read them to us every day, one story per day.
i've forgotten all about it until today and now i'm a bit amazed at her dedication. and as i write this it comes bck to me bit by bit - clambering into the front seat to look at the brightly coloured pictures, begging my mom for another story even though we would be late for class, pushing my neighbour away to try to snuggle closer to my mom. i remember she used a different voice for each character and made silly sound effects.
after 13 years, these are the things that i treasure most.
thank you,
and happy birthday.
i love you, ma.
epik till the death of me; 7:45 PM |