The Thieves' Market

Each week, you trade 5 days for 2. Sometimes 6 days for 1.
Guess that's merchandising.

Love, Jasmine.

Sounds just like You

I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me
(I won't compare you to a summer's day).

I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.

I won't remember every appointment.

I won't keep the sheen on my armour.

I won't know what to say sometimes.

I won't get your order right.

I'll be late.

I'll fuck-up.

But I'll write something for you when you least expect it
(in summer or winter).

But I'll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.

But I'll burst through the door as soon as I remember.

But I'll polish it until it shines again.

But I'll say something anyway.

But I'll go back and make it right.

But I'll get there.

But I'll try.

-pleasefindthis.blogspot
~

Reminds me of you. Everything of you.

Love, Jasmine.

Grrrr...

I'll get a haircut tomorrow. Once I decide where to cut. My shoes are here! Can't wait to collect!

Love you.

Love, Jasmine.

Knock-On

I went back to Peirce last Saturday to watch rugby. One of my favourite thing to do in secondary school was to sit down right beside the field and watch the boys play. There'll always be schools coming in to play on our field and it really felt like home during the first 2 years at the sin ming site. With the huge canteen just beside the field, you can definitely know that there's a match going on. The guys will leave all the stuff at the tables and gather around, heading to the pe office to get the bottles and the coleman cooler box. The guys are damn gross. I remember watching them holding onto the bottles with their dirty hands (with grass) and scooping to refill the bottle from the box. They were drinking the mud and grass. It was fun just sitting there, lamenting how the referee kayu, coo at how our favourite boys play and wince when they get attacked and hurt. It was a pleasure to watch the big boys do the haka. And of course, after the pep talk, all of them will fill the entire canteen with noise and their stench. You watch them take off their shoes and socks and simply leaving it on the tables and chairs. The floor will have their traces of mud and grass and no, they don't care. Those were the days, seeing those boys with their canterburys, prancing around in tights and enjoying themselves on the field. What a day it was.

Love, Jasmine.

Hangman

"Hello, my name is Jasmine. Very pleased to meet you."

Somehow, it seems as though I just met you for the first time. Though we did laugh, tease, talk just like how we always do, it still seemed like we're strangers. But I enjoyed myself.

I'll miss you..will you?

Love, Jasmine.

Violence

Every day you flip the newspapers and you see headlines about people dying. Car accident, medical mistakes, natural disaster, sentenced to death, bombing terror. Either that or you read about how the economy is supposedly getting better, but the next page you read about how another country is suffering from deflation. Then you flip some more and you read about how the rich and famous does stupid things during award shows and how some crappy movies are produced. But of cos we shouldn't forget about the good stuff like the friendliest neighbour award and how Singapore benefits from the destruction of the Berlin wall. And there's news about the happenings in the sports scene which I honestly don't give even half a hoot about.

What caught my eye today was the report about how now there are more educated women being abused. Yes, domestic violence. This is something which scares me. Somehow I can imagine my husband hitting me and disfiguring me (if I ever get married). It's all the reports and happenings which makes me wonder, how sure can I be that the person I marry won't hurt me physically. Emotionally is bad enough, but physically is the worst. I'm sure all those women did not date someone who abused them, therefore they agreed to get married. My 2 cents' worth is, I dont think anyone would marry someone who abuses her. So they took a leap of faith, got married and got abused. Think there's a high chance for me to get hit since I'm so annoying and stubborn. I say, it's scary just reading about it. Don't think anyone can make me feel safe and take that leap of faith. I even dreamt of you hitting me...sigh.

Suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called..
You might just be happier...

Love, Jasmine.

Just for a while

No day, no night.