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Jennifer by Fazerdaze

"Are you still waiting & wasting my fears/ all your time?"

There is no longer a speck of emotion left in me. I think I have already reached my quota. If there is a stall where I can top up, I will go there in a heartbeat.
Do you know what it's like though? This fucked up mind that I have while sharing half of everything with someone who is golden? I am a fucking parasite.

Disinfect me before it's too late.
     Perhaps that would be the ending of my book.

i'm still running away from it.

Kumslut; the main chick at the Drag Show

DJs at a Drag Show

Zaim came by for three days solely to attend Record Store Day

First photo taken through the disposable camera

Shasha getting ready for the Drag night out

Exploring Pasar Seni

Crowd in NU Sentral

All-time favourite Malaysian band: Jaggfuzzbeats

Mikey's New York Pizza -- The Best One Here

Post-LRT ride in Pasar Seni; Under The Bridge

Angles

Bukit Bintang

Pasar Seni

brighter than sunshine by aqualung

Mother used to tell her;
Sit straight, smile and look your best.
No, not like that
Tuck your shirt in
Ensure they don’t look like second skin
People talk
Their wandering eyes will linger
In times of aging and scrutiny through glass screens
Don’t you dare be yourself,
Don’t you dare wear those slacks and muddy shoes,
Don’t you cut your hair above your ears.

Here,
Taint yourself with shades of deception
Smear it along your opinionated mouth
Because a girl should not do anything but
To look beautiful.

Am I beautiful?
Do I feel beautiful?
She was taught to despise herself
But she made sure to display a façade so someone would love her someday
Because that’s what matters, right?

Sixteen and her eyes were broken taps
Magazine cut outs on the wall were her dreams
But her waistline kept on expanding
And she couldn’t comprehend on what’s happening
She didn’t know that it was not okay to look up to photoshopped beauties
She wasn’t told that high school boys and girls could scar her
She wasn’t told that it was okay to speak up about slut shaming and cyber bullying from immature boys whom she did not reciprocate
She wasn’t told that it was not okay to starve herself because she was still growing
And she wasn’t told that everything will be okay.

Instead, she was told to sit straight, smile and look her best
To tuck her shirt in
Ensure they didn’t look like second skin
Because people did talk
And their wandering eyes lingered.

Twenty and counting
she let go of someone whom she thought was the one
Because he couldn't differentiate between a woman standing up for herself not because it was time of the month
But he was just a boy
And she deserved better.

So, she packed her aspirations, knowledge and independence
And burned the bridges of petty expectations
Because she is worth more than her waistline,
pretty face,
ovaries,
And so do you.

Through glowing screens on the palm of our hands
We were nursed to be
Skinny, pretty, soft, quiet
Manly, athletic, pretty.

“But I don't care whether it's your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies.
None of that matters because standards don't define you.

You don't live to meet credentials established by a madman,
you're a goddamn treasure whether you wanna believe it or not
and maybe that's what everyone should start looking for.” – Savannah Brown