Put me in a movie

"What's the point of taking your life if you do not realise your potential."
- Sensei

i met my mentor aka Sensei (as he will be referred to here) and this is what he said...among other things which don't really matter much. It makes sense you know, going before making a mark will just be a tragedy not a loss. As i write this someone is talking about 'winter depression'...i love winters, i am not depressed then, just introspective. 
  A random thought in my mind: There are so many jobs that everyone would have made fun of before but now....maybe i am born way ahead of my time. 

Christmas promises to be another obligation to fake happiness. Oh and some more development in the unnecessarily dramatic life of a shit magnet. Ran into a Ex-BEST FRIEND aka one of my real life Jenny (Duh! Don't you guys watch Gossip Girl). 'Jenny' ran so fast when she spotted me (she left skid marks) while i was just figuring out if it's her or not, cuz you see i am blind as a bat and too cool to wear glasses. Fancy that, cuz as i far as i remember it was 'Jenny' and her posse who bullied and outcasted me (spiteful comments and rumours included). Not that that i am very eager to get my back stabbed and gouged again or maybe she thought i would attack her or something. Sorry to deny you some violent action but Karma is what i believe in cuz the revenge gene is sorely lacking in my DNA.

i need the blessing of some holy. 

i think it is time to honour the dead. i miss you so much every single second... So i plan to get a tattoo to have you with me forever you know cuz i may lose my mind and my memories someday. It will happen soon (if you have internet in heaven, i hope you read this or maybe ask God to tell you cuz i just realised you can't read.)

Well, i didn't know it would come to this
But that's what happens when you are on your own
And you're alright letting nice things go
- Lana Del Rey, Pawn Shop Blues

Sayonara

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Say hi to no answers

A crossed out line in her suicide note read:
He is much better off without me... I wouldn't make a good wife for anybody 

Have you heard of the 'beautiful suicide'? Well the above picture was named so in the Life magazine in 1947...it is a photo of Evelyn Mchale who jumped to die from the Empire State building, landed on a limousine and was clicked by Robert Wiles. She was still clutching her pearl necklace in her gloved hand.
It is supposed to be gruesome and morbid...but maybe its not. Maybe dying is violent...but death is peace? There is a difference between the two. Go figure... 
Evelyn was described by her fiance as being happy and he had seen her off cheerfully before she made her way to the building. So what snapped....?

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

i am scribbling furiously on my blog cuz i am getting this overwhelming urge to cry and AKEMI MUSTN'T CRY...atleast not right now...
i am not sure if i cannot handle the work pressure or is it the PMS or maybe just because everything is fucked up. Not just me...but everyone around me too and i just can't do anything to take away their pain. 
But is the helplessness enough to just take the plunge? 

For the longest time the picture above was just a part of my fashion scrapbook: the starry dress, fishnets and my insatiable love for bangs. Then a year back, i found out the model was Daul Kim, who killed herself when she was twenty. Some websites say that she didn't commit suicide and her highly influential (and abusive) boyfriend is to blame. But, three years after her death, i still think about her...trying to figure her out in my head. She is such a mystery to me...and if i had a chance to know her...we would surely have been friends.
Daul kept a blog (iliketoforkmyself), felt 'naked' without her bangs, missed home and yea, felt like a 'stripper' sometimes. Her last post was— Say hi to forever. You can check out her blog here. 

"When the witch wanted to come in, she stood down below and called out: Rapunzel Rapunzel, let down your hair for me. When she heard the witch's voice, she undid her braids and fastened them to the window latch. They fell to the ground twenty ells down, and the witch climbed up on them.
- Brother Grimm, 'Rapunzel'

Source: here

After reading about Daul, i came across model Ruslana Korshunova's suicide or murder. Known as the 'Russian Rapunzel,' she jumped to death (or rather leapt as many have pointed out that it would have been impossible to just jump from her balcony) from her NYC apartment. One of her blog entry reads: If i am for others, then who is for me? And if I am for myself, then what am I for?

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes

- Courtney Love

You can argue back and forth that these women had what is "supposed" to make us happy— Evelyn Mchale was to marry her fiance (happy, by default), Daul Kim seemed poised to become South Korea's answer to a supermodel and had walked the ramp for designers Alexander McQueen (who also committed suicide the same year) and Ruslana Korshunova was touted as 'the face to be excited about' by the British Vogue and was walking ramps for Kenzo, Jill Stuart and others, then why?

The more people expect me to be happy the sadder i get.

RIP

May you find the peace wherever you are, finally.

Sayonara

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The past and the chase

He holds me in his big arms 
Drunk and i am seeing stars 
This is all i think of
- Lana Del Ray, Video games

i have been AWOL from all the things i knew...and getting closer to the roots. i don't know if it is helping...but i am alright. Here at home, sitting on the ancient Compaq 7540, typing on the keyboard that makes every click sound like an atom bomb going off in the dark, its easier to slip into a peaceful coma, when life and its beauty make sense. 
The air has a wintry nip and i love it. Returning home after almost two years, the dogs seem fine and the grandparents too, though everyone seems to be dusted with white powder on their hair and a stray wrinkles here or there. Seems i fell into an age defying blackhole and when i emerged, everyone else seems to have aged. Or maybe even i have, i just don't see it yet.

Doomed from the start, we met with a goodbye kiss
- Lana Del Rey, Goodbye Kiss

i adore this song by Lana, it sings true of M and me. i know i was supposed to get over him, and i think i have, but the old photographs on this computer are kinda making it hard. i think its more difficult realising what a different person  i was before...and worse, do i want to become that person again? Getting M back is no guarantee that things would go back to being the same. There are already too many irreversible happenings that i just cannot deal with- Mopsy is dead, my favourite plum tree is dead and the mountains seem to be dying too. So where or what do i go back to?
And, even M cannot, will not and shall not help me cope with these seemingly little things that hurt me a great deal. Things seem hopeless for a miracle, which is not possible cuz i have lost my faith.  


Turning slowly, looking back,
See no words can save this...
You're broken and i'm pissed
Run along like i'm supposed to, 
Be the man i ought to

Everyone seems to be setting a mold for me, which i must pour myself into...as for now, i shall comply.

Sayonara

Respect to gray hair

From 9 am to 11.45pm (Total= 16hours). From 6th October to 10th October (Total= 4 days). 

16x4= 64 hours.

No, its not some lame maths lesson. i am just trying to express the MAGNANIMITY of the situation when i am working as a fashion reporter for a kinda bigass newspaper. Wills Lifestyle Fashion Week S/S 2013 is where i live nowadays, going back home just to sleep. Oh...and the calculation above is the estimate of the hours i will be wearing heels.

i know it seems like i am exaggerating, but trust me, i am so not.

Going without my stilletos is not an option either. i tried that and suddenly felt like a pygmy, had to stand on my toes to talk to people. 

Anyhoo, fashion week is not what i imagined it to be. Yea sure, there is so much eccentricity and creativity in the air that i am sure i will sprout a rainbow coloured tail or beard by the end of the week. Oh and i get to sit in the front row because i reprezzent the hot-shot newspaper. 

But then, there are also"friends" who talk to you only to eat the dainty crust-less sandwiches or the yummy fish fingers on your plate or "healthy" (very) women who cannot fit into their seats and spill on others sitting next to them. And i thought fashion week makes the best of them pull up their socks.

There are four basic human need: food, sleep, sex and revenge.

- Banksy  

Btw, its my birthday today. It sucks.
And i don't have a cake. And wishes i can count on my fingers.
Feck the plans to celebrate till i am 80 years old, hell, i have lost the drive at 23.

Anyhoo, happy birthday to me. When i get back home, i shall celebrate with hot chocolate with my only guest, Tabby, my brown teddy bear.

Sayonara

-.-

Where is my October?

Everyone says the dull ache in my heart will go away if i go out and meet more people but this tendency of mine to disappear behind my silence and fake a toothy grin that makes my eyes crinkle or give a frosty-the-snow-bitch vibe, never goes away. 

Where do i start
the past, and the chase
You hunted me down
Like a wolf, a predator
i felt like a deer in love lights
- She Wolf, Calvin Harris feat Kelis

i spent the weekend reading my old diaries...though my current one, Lu Ling, is probably my most neglected diary ever. i feel bad for Lu Ling...i mean i have never been so tired ever in my life and yet, i want to write to her all the time, but i think she will see me as i see myself...a loser stuck in the past. Then again, Lu Ling is just a name for sheets of paper bound with glue. But then, maybe not. She is more human to me. 
Anyway, reading my old diaries was a bad idea, and i don't really recommend that to anyone. i swung between so many emotions. From arriving to office with puffy lip (after biting it so i won't cry in the metro, which again is not a great place to read your old diary no matter how curious you are) to staring at people hoping to run into a long-forgotten friend, there is only one thing that stayed with me after i was done reading them...
RAGE.
i felt bad for myself when i was a little girl, i felt like taking that little girl who copiously wrote these words by the hand and telling her Please don't dream, darling,
i never really raged much, kinda easy-going. i used to like people and even if i din't, i always got along.
But i don't really recognise this angry other woman who has become me. i am so angry to realise that i hadn't seem myself hopping and skipping towards this road to melancholy, i am angry with the years of getting pushed over just because i was a nice girl and i hate hated fights.
Anyhoo, though i am a fat, angry young woman now...i feel like that that other woman is not me and i get deeply hurt when i am all alone. Also i came across this verse from the Bible...i really loved it.

At my first defense, no one came to my support, but everyone deserted me. May it not be held against them.
2 Timothy 4:16

Still wishing nothing bad for the deserters and back stabbers, maybe i am not so bad like the other woman wants me to be... 
Its my anniversary tomorrow...not mine...but ours. As in, mine and M''s. i don't think he even remembers it, just like last year.
But i do, just like last year and the year before. This month, October, is was special to me. Our anniversary, my birthday, M's birthday and...a name for my future child, that's how much I love loved October. 

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
- Helen Hunt Jackson

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair -Khalil Gibran

i don't know what i will do, have no plans either...i miss loving you, October.

Sayonara
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Don't wake me up

Sometimes life is completely the opposite of what you expect or want it to be. The universe has a funny way of throwing you off-guard, when least expected. Go ahead make plans, paint the prettiest, rosiest future and chances are it will most likely be grey. 

i had made plans too, but then life happened. M went away as swiftly as he had come. And now, alone inside my head, i wonder if everyone is wearing disguises or masks to hide their true intentions or true feelings, pretending to forgive and forget but in reality they are just waiting for you to stumble so they can push you over the edge.
i always thought that M and i would stay together, in sickness or in health. i don't remember if he ever said it or maybe i imagined it. It is was that sort of thing that you assume will eventually happen. But sometimes, it doesn't.  

Maybe us being together is like the dead violet plant on my window sill. i keep it there cuz it belonged to my great grandmother and even if it will never bloom, it reminds me of home and that comforts me. 

i watch this video on a loop...for hours. It sends chills down my spine. It is from the SATC movie, when Big gets cold feet and leaves Carrie just before their wedding... and he says something that M used to say— i don't know. i cry every time i watch this. 


Bliss 
Dear smoky room 
Stardust in the eyes
Anything will rise
- Bliss, Vanessa Paradis

i have let go let M go. It was difficult but i did it...and i want to will stick with it. i finally realised that looking into his eyes and not finding my self there...was not okay. When i set him free...i died a little inside...but maybe, he will live now. 
i have no hopes anymore...i have truly set him free...i am not waiting for everything to become fine, cuz it never would have. There are two people in a relationship...and they go through everything that is bound to tear them apart but they come out through it all...stronger.            

Dearly beloved, if this love exists only in my dreams.
Don't wake me up...

Look into my eyes and you will see me,
Look into my heart and you will find you..
M used to say this to me...i wonder if they actually meant anything or are they just hollow words picked up from a Google search?
Maybe people just fall in and out of love, then why call it 'love' when it is so fickle. 'Love' should be something stronger, never ending kinda feeling— and not 'You destroyed my ego, so i will walk all over you and leave you helpless' kinda vengeance.

Then again...what do i know? i am just a stupid girl.

Sayonara

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Tonight, we are young

i love sports. i love animals. i love kids. i want to save the world. So, how do i combine all those things? i don't know.
- Joan Jett

M is back and my world is brighter than sunshine, on the inside. Though, on the outside it may seem different. 
i am so happy that i even offered to do a story on a party hosted by people who seem to believe that the Mayan prophesy about 21 December, 2012 is not about the world coming to end BUT about transition to a better world.
i may end up going for one of their 'sweet spot parties.' You can RSVP too here.

Anyhoo, i had an amazing weekend cuz M came over and then it was just perfect...in the sense 'perfect' for an OCD patient like me. He just kept sleeping through the weekend, talk, eat and then go back to sleep again. All this gave me enough time to do my 'weekend chores' like shopping for more frozen food and washing. The added bonus was his cute sleepy look, "Hah!!! You went out without me..WHEN?" when i told him that i just returned from the super market.
 i also reunited with my high-school bestie, who now is the lead vocalist of a hot-shot band and has cut some albums too. She took me to my first mosh-pit in a tiny drinking place, albeit a tiny one compared to the REAL METAL HEAD mosh pits. But nevertheless, i was whining about sweaty, long haired, black band tee wearing guys stomping on my heels and the musty air in the room. Then we tipsily drove back halfway across the city, playing and screaming  singing Wiz Khalifa's Black and Yellow on loop. It was fun!

What is life without a walk of shame, now & then.

Cut to Day-2 and i was on my way to a home cooked dinner with another friend who just got married. i ended up staying over at her place and over eating too. The next day, i had to do the legendary walk of shame early morning (we are talking as early as 5am) and wearing my bright yellow maxi skirt didn't seem to be that great an idea. But the worse was travelling in the metro with all eyes on me.
But i just stare right back, it is a good mood phase of mine, i guess. One of my friend once told me that my 'good mood-swings' make her feel scared and then she made the most epic comment ever (that i will surely use in my future fashion film or novel) — "It seems like you are high on your own blood."

My new 2 simian line

Sayonara

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