My Last and Favourite #TSLTeamThemedThursdays

Themed Thursday for the last time and guess what was it? Neon! Initially 'tourist,' Wednesday called for a redraw when we thought the theme was too hard? In case you're wondering, when it comes to deciding #TSLTeamThemedThursdays, there's no sit-down discussion but instead, all newcomers think of a theme and throw it in a paper bag - and the week's winner, get to pick the next week's outfit of the day. 

It was absolutely hilarious and warming to see some of the people dressing as me with their wigs, sweaters and shorts. But Keiji stole the show with the white shirt, folded jeans, blue hair and brimmed hat. 

This is undoubtedly one of my favourite themes of ALL the themes we had during my short time here, and it was incredible to see how well they got the outfits right! 

Outfit on fleek?

I think they got it all locked down, from the outfit to the attitude. Gonna miss these 2 damn much

She Who Cut Herself

Of anyone in this world, it is her, who knows best.
Her, who cuts the deepest. Not of blades, that once was staple to a war,
but words that ingrain in the mind.

She knew too well, how vicious words can be,
how poisonous she could get.
To build a fortress, she would sting like a bee.

One day, he came along. A presence so strong, all the walls she spend building,
tumbled.
What was once toxic, had finally met her antidote.

As she grew to be with him, or not that all,
she became aware.
From the things she say, from the way she acts, and thoughts she revels.

So the words that cut like knives, she held back.
Swallowing those blades that cuts her every day.
She grew to become a woman of little words.

And one day, everything's gone.
And so was she.

Most of the time, I think. I'm ready. To be in the long run.

The marathon. But I've been going on for so long. 

When are things finally coming into full circle? 

I feel like I've been on the drawing board for a bit too long. 

Sad Things

Why do you write sad things, he asked. When I am here, when I love you.

Because someday, in one way or another,
you will be taken away from me,
or I,
you. 

It is inevitable. 

But please understand this;

from the moment
I met you,
I stopped writing for the past.
I no longer write for the present. When
I write sad things,
I am writing for the future. 

- Lang Leav