we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
8:29 AM
And Tango Makes Three
i don't know enough about the penguins to conclude if it were a right thing to do, but i know that it is most probable couples in an alternative lifestyle do not have children. if so, why is the LGBT community concerned whether or not the books stay on the shelf - when it impacts them not?
i think, we are chasing first world problems of making mountains out of molehills. when we (both non-LGBT and LGBT communities alike) think everything concerns us. when we think anything is worth fighting for. to the extent, that everyone is worth fighting against.
that said, it's a pity the books were pulped. i might have borrowed them to introduce the penguins to Leah. i would have told her such characters exist, and they are no different from ourselves - they need love and they want love, they love and they are loved.
"and Leah. just like mummy and i, we love each other and we love you. but, we created you."
the voices in my head-
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
2:26 AM
A Typical Day
something really bad for breakfast. but how could it be? fruits. flakes. milk. even the eggs are made of white only. i throw the yellow. it must have been my thirteenth time to the toilet.
i was late, thanks to my morning date with the toilet. i struggled to dial a cab, but finally nailed a Comfort after twelve tries. the telephonic waves must have fried my brains. i see flashes of white and i popped my last Panadol.
i finally get to work. but i feel like getting off work. i have had only eleven hours on the bed yesterday. but only asleep for eleven minutes each hour.
shit, i need to pee. but hadn’t i just peed ten minutes ago?
i miss getting to the toilet in nine steps and back. i feel like a walking whale – eyes wide shut, mouth of foam, fins flip flap.
it’s time to knock off. i feel like a badly convoluted movie spoof. my spine bends it like beck, and my back finally breaks. i’m transformed into a grouchy walking whale incapable of taking eight steps without a pant.
Comfort gave up on me. i take the seven o’clock train. i waited for seven people to pretend looking at their phones before i pretended looking the other way. no one would give up a seat for a whale. even if we’re all mammals.
the day was nearing its end, or so i thought. six porcupines boarded the train and there was simply no room. i was pricked with every turn.
pins and pokes. spikes and needles. two stations before the end, five whale hunters came on board. they tugged at my skin. they speared my insides. they split my wound. they egged the porcupines on.
“damn it, i’m not a shark. my four flippers don’t sell. stop it!”
and then it happened. Jonah came out of me, the great panting whale.
the day finally ended in three.
it took two to spark this journey.
but only one to run it alone. thank you mummies.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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