Muse

3 weeks of non-lectures and non-monash. a place away from the jam-packed mornings and lifeless afternoons. and now, back at home, im like a lost lamb with little to amuse me. little but the indulgence of sleep, books and the forthcoming rain.

and they said after exams, come the after parties and the many crazy weekends. i guess my social calendar had slowed down to a crawl. a drag quite the fact. shrouded by all the dark figures of hypocrisy and pretentiousness. all the things you cant see in the dark but had come to light. for this the time of our life.

the sky was tinged ashen grey. the smell of pine lingered around the room and the softness below was drowsily unfamiliar. her eyes wide open and they stared at the strange wood panels above her. and the body beside stirred, pulling her closer to the warmth. shocked, she pulled away, collecting the crumpled sheets around her.

the body woke. "what's wrong now? are you cold?"

the girl "who the fuck are you? how the hell did i ended up here?!?"

stunned, the body sat upright. "right.. i drugged you and bagged you over while i forced myself upon you. pffft! come on, quit playing a kitten."

perhaps she was dreaming, realistically. perhaps this is an idea of joke. perhaps.

the lithe figure numbly pick her strewn clothes amidst the confused stare of the stranger in bed. waking hastily, averting the gazes of many and she still can't comprehend the night. what happened?

the eyelashes flutters a dozen time, refusing to stay open. outside, the raindrops are pelting the pavements like song notes. a perfect weather to stay in bed. her pretty lil' face grinned. and yesterday was....... it was.... hmmms. her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to recall yesterday. is her memories that bad these days? damn!

owh well, the sky can keep singing but she still have a work to go to. what a drag.. hospital rounds and grumpy doctors and scandalous nurses. awesome.


those slender fingers running through his thick hair, bodies crushing against each another. his hands caressing her soft, cold skin. such heated intimacy in the moonlit corner of the plush suite. the rhythm riding faster and moon looking paler.

and so the door swung open. another stranger at the door. the clandestine embrace broken in that instant.

"what are you doing?" stranger at the door moves forward
taken aback, girl unclings herself of the guy
"......................"
"yeah, silence would help a lot in clarifying all this bull shit" stranger stops advancing.
"what do you want me to say? i was never obligated to you whatever!" girl grabs bag and storms off the suite.


the alarm pierces the silence like a shrill scream. it's not a beautiful morning, she don't feel beautiful, the sky don't look beautiful. the patches of cloud here and there looks shredded and heavilly depressing..
or maybe she just hadn't enough sleep.

like, right on cue. (= http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/04/fashion/04love.html?pagewanted=3&_r=1&ref=fashion

and here's one i'm dedicating to a known acquaintance
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/13/fashion/13love.html?pagewanted=2&sq=modern%20love&st=nyt&scp=20

to conclude, a beautifully written melancholy,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/27/fashion/27love.html?pagewanted=2&sq=modern%20love&st=nyt&scp=21

the weekend came and go like a swift sweep off my feet. they beat the air outta my lungs. a drive home with my rantbox and the session with my jamroll and social drunkard. intoxicated. *grins* a gym to flex away my sarcasm after this while.

it was short, but the time was well spent. as tired as i was.. i manage to squeeze some time in for quite an amount of crazy things (that's what you get when you have crazy company) and the day rolls by without stopping.

the next morning on the bus, i wondered if i was sane to have succumb to such rush of events.

mmhmm.

naw. i was sane as i am aware. some habits just die hard *grins*