Downpour

I am hiding under my tiered blankets whilst I tinker my thoughts here. There's a gusty breeze outside that makes me crouched and shrunk back in my pillow. You could hear the shrills of an angered heavens. I fear.

And I was coaching him earlier that there's nothing to be afraid of. It's a natural phenomenon, an abrupt rush of strong winds. That it's ok to go to sleep (because he's awake for more than 24 hours already). He charmed me, so off I went. Yet now, I am just like him.

Last Monday Repulsion

As they were gushing ohs and ahs ogling photo frames on my aunt's oakwood shelves, I knew where I should be heading to. I didn't finish my food but moved in a quiet to my aunt's room. Oh freak! Yes? Marichan, why didn't you tell us you modeled? I didn't... I was already feverish and humming my humiliation. Oide! They asked me to come to their cluster. I sat still, and remained focus to the screen. In a split second, I froze, the shoji slid open. I was mortified. I avouched my rights and retorted... Ok, I tried and I failed. I thought case was closed. They were browsing more pictures in front of me like wanting to tease me. I couldn't cache my skin anymore. I was just posing for a friend, like scaling walls or claying satins and silks on crossbars and scaffolds. It wasn't a good cover up yet, especially with that prying Chinese. You don't have anything to do with our kind of job. I know, I was a failure. Can't you read it? It's all over my face, I don't need to say it. I flushed my chagrin and yielded to this distress until now.

Tomorrow there'll be no more questions I pray.