no pieces

She ruffled through what was left of her clothes in a box by the bed. Pulling out an OBEY jumper and a pair of her favourite shorts. As she finished dressing herself to begin her day, she sat by the side of the bed and stared at the box of clothes. There was not much left of her possessions or her belongings. Not much to posses and not much to belong to.

She was having one of those moments when you know you've got to pick up the pieces of what was left of your life so far and move on. Point was, there were no pieces. Sure she had friends but not one she felt the urge to call upon.

She had always turned to movies and the occasional book to get her through the day. Music used to be important. It doesn't leave you with much choice when most music nowadays is worse than cat screeches and music from the past was either overused or brought back memories that served no purpose in the present.

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chapter four

my precious

chapter three

xoxo

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chapter one

new bay-boo

secondhand-mermaid

So I've changed the link name of my blog.

SECONDHAND-MERMAID

There was this website, and it had a "hipster" name generator

clicked through all the random funny names

and got to "Secondhand Mermaid"

It had me.

Then I started thinking 

why did I love it so much?

Reasons

1. The Little Mermaid, Ariel - is my home girl.

2. I know every song to the movie.

3. I hate water.

Perfect.

I've always been terrified of water, 

nearly drowned a couple of times.

I can barely swim.

When I was in Singapore, 

I was in this wave pool,

had to surf and got flung into the wipeout

into a whirlpool of DEATH.

With my contacts on, 

I couldn't even stand because of the damn waves

gulping in large amount of water

and fear of losing my only pair of contact lenses at the time.

When I did the underwater photo shoot, 

it started to rain and a storm was brewing, 

by the time I was in the water,

lighting was ripping through the skies above.

Electrocution never appealed to me.

^ failed Ariel morphing attempts ^

 ©myratang

Speaking of mermaids, water and beaches.

This is my a video of my good friend Wiyona

who I met through modeling

in Stanley beach.

I did this nearly 2 years ago.

I've seen videos of her on the web that other people have done,

generally those of the paparazzi, media.

And they are just so sleazy.

They never do her any justice.

Hong Kong never does girls like her any justice.

To show her true colours, 

her personality.

Does a video have to excessively feature breasts and sexiness?

Because when they do that, 

the line between sexy and cheap

is crossed.

There can always be a balance.

Sexy can be classy, it can be fun and it can be appropriate.

Personally, I think the amateur video we did was way better.

new post, new bay-boo

The blistering hot water blasting through the tap was filling the tub quicker than she could properly undress herself. Flinging her tops and bottoms outside the bathroom door she stood before the tub of hot mist. Carefully lifting her right leg over the side, she pointed her toes and slowly lowered them to the surface of the water. 

"Shit." 

She instinctually retracted her leg and nearly lost balance in her weight baring left leg as she tried to close the hot water, which led her to fall hard on her bare bum on the toilet seat. She heard a loud crack as the toilet seat cover shifted to the side. The latches that attached the cover of the seat to the toilet broke. 

"Whoever said women are graceful and sexy naked really needs to meet me." she thought bitterly to herself. The morning of her day off was not starting off great.

She turned the tap for cold water and swirled it around to balance the temperature. Finally, repeating the motions she lowered herself into the bathtub, closed her eyes and sank till the water submersed her cheeks. The heat of the water soothed her as the pores in her skin expanded to relax. She was too long for this tiny bathtub so she had to bend her knees, exposing them to the cool air above the water. Not quite the full body treatment she was looking for. 

She looked across the water and evaluated her body. Her pale white skin had turned into blotches of searing red across her thigh, stomach and chest. She dunked her head backwards and sank deep into the water. Coming up she cupped both hands to scoop water into her hands, thrusting it to her face then pushing the strands of hair on her face back up her forehead and to the sides. 

The bathroom started turning into a sauna and it began to be too hard to breathe. Her pulse started thumping as the heat rose in her body. She groaned as she had to put her bath to a sudden stop. Leaning forward, she unplugged the blocker and leaned back. As the water slowly drained away, she felt the line of the surface, which went around her body, drop. Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, the water receded. She took a moment for the air to cool her body then took a deep breathe and heaved herself out of the tub. 

After carelessly patting herself dry, she wrapped the damp towel around her hair and proceeded to the bedroom. She sprinted pass her little corridor as it had curtain-less windows and jumped over her cat. Why did she choose to wrap her hair instead of her body to avoid such obstacle courses will forever be a mystery of women.

 Scrolling through the lists of songs on her playlists, she closed her eyes and clicked. 

Summer Paradise by Simple Plan Feat. MKTO

"Ew, no."

She shudder at her subconscious's song choice and clicked for the next song. 

To Be Continued

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chapter two

no pieces

chapter one
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Writer's Note

Okay.

I thought I'd try something new, you know?

And yes yes,

I know the first five or six paragraphs or so are descriptions of a naked lady in a bathtub.

Do I hear complaints?

I mean I could have gone way more detailed.

WAAAAAAAAY more.

But you've got to leave things to the imagination, people!