Last Night In South CA

So I've finally moved out all of the stuff that used to fill my apartment into a pathetic little hole also known as one of many cruddy U-HAUL storage units.

My life is also in one of those clusterfuck moments that I so want to get out. For one thing, I think that the Rayong public hospital needs to go fuck themselves-fucking no private rooms for their patients, only shitty fans because there is no a/c, and worthless doctors. Yeah, this is not the most eloquent rant ever, but my poor poor grandma wouldn't be in such a critical condition right now if it weren't for such below mediocre standards that the fucking Rayong hospital had to offer. Oh and addition to that, my Yai Yai is also dying due to the lack of responsibility and organization that the majority of my relatives seem to possess. So folks, I'll be in Thailand in two days, going on a 17 hour flight, and then a 3 hour drive to the lovely city of Rayong.

On another note, I deleted all my images because I feel that my work as been on the downside this term. So I'll start with a new slate and hopefully pull out some better pieces.

Thank you for those who have been there for me when I've been down. Even though my mind is in the dark, my friends and immediate family have convinced me that life is worth living. And after all, we know how to have a good time too. Karaoke night was the bomb Friday night.

<3

I Want August

Pitter patter pitter patter
A powdered cheek felt a whisper
Whatever is said, it does not matter
Your feelings become fresh and crisper

I wait for the day of your august touch
Your silent eyes and gazing smile
If you only i can have as much
Just to be worth your casual while

Saccharine

Sing a sweet smile my dear
Your face is kissed by the sun
That face that bears no fear
And enters all pure imagination

Those tea-stained lips
That caress the cold in mine
I take them like earl gray sips
And savor them throughout time

And when the sun ceases to shine
The other stars will dance for you
Your lips trade tea for wine
Each scent feels fresh and new

You open the box to my heart
Threading in and out to sew
Like a fleeting silent dart
A creeping invasion to my soul

I gather you in my arms
As your eyes vanish from my sight
Abandoning your saccharine charms
I hold on with futile might

It is the still of the night
I await your hushed return
Await you from your faraway flight
The single touch I yearn

A Poem For a Darling Friend

This is a poem for an old childhood friend. She's been giving me a Christmas and birthday gift every year and I haven't given her either for 3 years. Pam's been so very bad! Shameless! So I wrote this poem as the beginning of a line of handmade gifts for her. I'm so sorry Sherry! But here's the poem:

when i first met you
you were a silent child
and our beady eyes stared
while thoughts began to pile
but one thing for sure
that I certainly never knew
was that you were to be my dearest friend
and so forth through and through

we would have birthday parties
and make flower chains
we would lay in your hammock
in your company, I'd feel no pain
and the years would pass
and I might know less of you
but you are my dearest friend
and it will continue through and through

we may grow up and get a job
and marry some guy--or not
we may have kids or none at all
or end up selling pot
then one day, we'll be old
and finally end up dying too
but before that last moment dies away
i'll remember my dearest friend,
forever through and through.