Tension (aka the hormonal moodswings genre I specialise at)
You’ve by far settled into adulthood, a world of responsibilities
without space for yourself. But it takes one to know one, and when
someone from your past shows up at the office, a single sentence
might cast new light in the dark.
you ready to go?” your roommate Boyoung asks, the car keys dangling
from her finger. She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, jacket
and shoes already on.
yes, give me a minute,” you mutter under your breath, double
checking your purse to make sure nothing’s missing.
look at your reflection in the full length mirror on the door. You
ironed the dress shirt well last night, appropriate for the
archconservative skirt. And still, this kind of dressing feels wrong
you realise that it has nothing to do with the smooth fabric, but
rather the job you’re wearing it for. Every day, it’s the same
sequence in front of the mirror because the person in the mirror
isn’t recognisable to you.
I can’t wait for the day that I see a positive pregnancy test. In August we are going to Mexico to see a Doctor that treated mostly all my Husband’s family to conceive… Im pretty nervous and anxious… Let’s see what happens :)
after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy