Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Because I can be so very trying when I am in need. I ask questions to which I have heard the answers to, but want to hear, in your voice, over and over and over again.
Soften the blows of my day with the warmth of your laughter, the light in your eyes...
Sometimes I come home so cold and so empty that it feels like I cannot give anymore. You make me want to though, all the time. You make me save some of myself for you.
And when you can't, you can wrap me up in words because I will believe them.
I am a child like that-
Hanging on to every last whisper of a promise that you might have for me,
In the spaces between your I Love Yous, I Miss Yous.
Bear with me?
Because sometimes the words are too heavy on my tongue and I am too afraid to tell you all the things I want and miss and need.
And I don't want to ask so much of you and so...
I just won't.
Instead, asking questions to which I have heard the answers to, but want to hear,
in your voice,
over and over and over again.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
I don't know if it'll be your cup of tea but Women Of Asia opens at the LaSalle Flexi Space tomorrow!
Directed by international playwright and director, Asa Gim Palomera, this 90minute show is a collection of stories about Asian women- some are of those in power, those who are bound to tradition, those who are sold into slavery...
I feel it brings to light a lot of issues/themes that are rarely talked about or are considered taboo.
Women of Asia has been staged in other places that include New York, Edinburgh, Melbourne and Bangkok.
Come for a collection of stories that will make you laugh at some bits and cry at others.
Our shows run Thursday - Saturday for two weekends.
Evening shows are at 8pm,
Matinee shows (Saturday) are at 3pm.
Tickets are available on
Hope to see you there!(:
Friday, June 13, 2014
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white clouds just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!"
"Gone from my sight, that's all". She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying."
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
I give up. I just.. I give up.
Because anytime I feel a little bit like this, a tiny bit...off, even the slightest bit.
every time that I do-
Something just clicks back into place and makes me go,
Well sod it all, I'm really quite in love with this girl hey.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Talk to me like you want to hear what I have to say, like you're just as interested in all the words I'm not saying as much as the words I am.
Tell me what you think-
We don't have to have the same opinions, we don't even have to speak the same tongue...
But maybe we can engage in a conversation where parts of my body will understand the message you mean to convey and parts of your body will understand me.
Talk with me.
In all the ways we both know how;
with and without words,
With or without sound.
For there are spaces inside of me, empty and hollow and dead- waiting to resonate with a little bit more than this absence.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Of feeling like the wind is eating
Away at your bones
Run the course of your throat
You're chipping at corners,
While I'm wondering if lovers
Who're feeling alone
In time to say goodnight
We're cutting our teeth in
The ships that are sinking
And the boats we've turned around
Now that we've found-
You tuck my name so safely
In your mouth
Yet I am bouts
Of uncertainty and weariness
Somedays are days of breaking
Like the wind is gnawing
At your bones.
But I'll find my way back-
To letters on my skin
on my skin.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
I have never before felt so...
I don't even know what this is for crying out loud!
And it's harder when you say "I give up" but you know you can't wash your hands off it.
That some part of you won't.