28 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I haven’t told anyone about Cambodia.
One night in Siem Reap, we were dining at this restaurant, by the roadside. It was an Indian restaurant, and I was waiting for my vegetable thali. I’m sure you were thinking, why Indian food in the middle of hot and dusty Cambodia? but it was just the way [...]
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27 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
Well, I have a knack for blowing things out of proportion. And I am superb when it comes to holding marathon grudges. I don’t take forgive and forget easily. I’m just human, and this is one of my rotten parts.
Let it rot, releasing to the air a sickly sweet odor of humans’ emotions. I have [...]
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27 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
One day, I was upset. I was at the tallest building in the whole wide world. This should mean something, I told myself. No one else can get this high up. I closed my eyes and jumped.
When I opened my eyes he was rubbing my back. “Hi,” he whispered at the edge of my [...]
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25 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Misc
Fucking SICK FUCK. God shitheads like this make me pissed off.
In 2007, ‘artist’ Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery and left him starving to death. For several days, the ‘artist’ and the visitors of the exhibition watched emotionless as the shameful ‘masterpiece’ of [...]
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24 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
Lying on top of a warm bed, I have come up with a plan. Squashed against other train commuters, I have come up with a plan. Gripping the steering wheel tight, I have come up with a plan. When you haven’t been moving enough but at the same time feel like you’ve sped yourself to [...]
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It still feels brand new and stings. It still smells of ripped wrapping paper and skinned boxes. It still has that air-conditioned smell of continuous travel from long long ago.
Here is how it goes: the memories pool at the bottom while we sleep, its vapors rising like colorful steam through our dreams, dyeing [...]
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20 Apr, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I miss being powerfully moved by everything and nothing. A phrase glanced in a magazine, a quote on Facebook, a view of just half a second, a sigh on your back between your shoulder blades, a smell whiffed from a passing stranger, a tune that went in and through your head, arousing your memories.
Leaving [...]
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