Thursday, November 29, 2007



hearing aid: edIT // ants

oh how i miss the sun. i spend hours a day wondering what it would be like to whip out my light green bikini and run outside. to smell the beach, and hear the wakeboarders in the distance crashing into the waves. the warmth, the salty scent of sweat - oh how i miss the sun.

another original story by valerie anne. enjoy (:

the air is heavy, yet warm and humid. the sun beats constantly to a 3/4 tempo. it's a beautifully bright sunshiny day. the short walk to the little ice-cream booth on the corner gets you working up a sweat. and though it's too soon to say, the little beads start appearing on the bridge of your nose, and on the height of your cheekbones. the back of your wrist becomes damp as you flick those pearl-like beads from your face. you feel that one drop trickle down the line of your spine. that bead stops short of falling off your back as it stays in the scoop of your lower-back, pretending to cool down in a pool.
you look up through the trees. its leaves rustling with the ocean breeze. occasionally, you catch the sun's direct rays and squint; but the canopy of the raintree well protects your pretty dark brown eyes.
you hear your friends call you name, "come into the water" they say. "is it cold?" you call back. "it's perfect!" they cry. "let me finish my ice-cream!" you shout back before turning your attention to the popsicle. the tangy sweetness of the lime-vanilla ice-cream spreads in your mouth. with a small smile, you think it's a good day. it doesn't take too long before the heat starts melting your cold dessert. you try to catch the drip as you lift the popsicle over your lips. slurp, slurp, slurp.

someone hands you a tissue. you look up to a smiling face. "hello."

"hi."

looks like you're not going into the water, not yet anyway. it's a good day.

end.


i wrote the post while it was -14C out. oh how i miss the sun. with love.





GRAVITY

valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.

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QUOTE VAL

. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.

KEEPING COUNT

I've been in canada for days.

THE BOOK IN MY BAG

. in need of a recommendation

BACKTRIPPING


SPREE/SPLURGE

. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
. my driver's license
. a shaven head for my 18th

IN TIME I WILL

. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
. snowboard
. own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe, japan, mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
. move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.

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