.Ramblings of ayunie.
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This is AYUN
Her organiser's over here.
And her art over here.
This blog is not about GORE. It is about the finer points of life and how much we can live it by enjoying it to the fullest...
NOT!
This is GOHR-blog. Nothing will make sense here now...I think.
her her her
I had this feeling like something was missing. It reminded me of that dream where you get to school with no clothes on, but it wasn't that. It was something else.
I meant to say something nicer and more cooperative, but that's what came out. It felt like I couldn't pass up the chance to run her down. It was like letting something out that had to get out. Something that was clawing me to death from the inside.
I just sort of held my nose and sank all the way down into trouble.
It was like this big black cloud of doom sitting on my head.
It was a way only _______ had ever made me feel: like there's something on this old dried up planet that's really worth the price of admission, that almost makes up for everything else.
I have to face the fact that there's a day out there. You know. Waiting for me. It's like there's this wall between me and the day and I can't figure out how to go through it. Or maybe I don't even want to.
She prodded at the colored patches with her finger, and watched as the bright colors became matt and less vivid against her brownish skin.
Her room was gradually filling with familiar voices.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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Sunday
I had this feeling like something was missing. It reminded me of that dream where you get to school with no clothes on, but it wasn't that. It was something else.
I meant to say something nicer and more cooperative, but that's what came out. It felt like I couldn't pass up the chance to run her down. It was like letting something out that had to get out. Something that was clawing me to death from the inside.
I just sort of held my nose and sank all the way down into trouble.
It was like this big black cloud of doom sitting on my head.
It was a way only _______ had ever made me feel: like there's something on this old dried up planet that's really worth the price of admission, that almost makes up for everything else.
I have to face the fact that there's a day out there. You know. Waiting for me. It's like there's this wall between me and the day and I can't figure out how to go through it. Or maybe I don't even want to.
She prodded at the colored patches with her finger, and watched as the bright colors became matt and less vivid against her brownish skin.
Her room was gradually filling with familiar voices.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
gallery
Random shit.
I drew me.
I drew me again.
This was drawn on my macbook before I lost it.
2006, from left, Rafi, me, Shabs, JM, Nina, and Khai.
