We went to see a movie. I was mad at Le Foz for inviting my frenemy but I couldn’t not speak to her once the seahorses made an appearance on screen.

After ditching said frenemy, we headed to our usual spot to celebrate, reminisce the past two years.

After midnight, we took one of the NQRs to Queens and stood under a bridge for much longer than necessary whilst we adjusted our internal compasses Google mapped ourselves to the awesome apartment.

Thankfully Mother had already pulled out the uncomfortable sofa bed and all that was left to do was to close our eyes and sleep.

We met for a movie and froze to death in the theater.

I grabbed my stuff and we decided to take a seat at our favorite watering hole and poke fun at her past escapes.

Then we were off into Astoria and scampering down Purves St giggling and galavanting.  But wait while we awaited our golden chariot, we met a man named Paul dressed as a forest at dusk on his way to a costume party. I braided his wing and Elfie placed the colorful strands of delight so that they caught the light just so.

We collapsed in bed, declaring it a NON Cuddling zone…it was too hot and too sticky for any of that.  We closed our eyes to the Manhattan skyline tinkling in the near distance.

Me:

Hey Brandon!!!!!! This is LeFoz. Guess who I'm with? Charlie. He says hiiiiiii! (10:49pm)

"Brandon Green":

I'm not brandon (7:01am)

Me:

Sorry. (11:32am)

"Brandon Green":

Nah your fine, sorry about the text so early (11:39am)

Me:

Its all good. I was awake. Have a good day. ;-) (12:18pm)

"Brandon Green":

You too! I'm not sure who you are, but have a great day. And tell brandon and charlie i said hello.
Adorable!
thefoz:

I am an ally because “there cannot be community without compassion.” #NYUALLYWEEK
30th Mar 201214:562 notes
*Elfie making faces at cute little toddler by the pool*

Frog:

You'd make a good mother.

Elfie:

... We are so not having sex. Ever. Again.

Frog:

*O_O* What? Why?

Elfie:

Your subconscious mind is trying to impregnate me.

Frog:

Bah non! You're studying too much, that's crazy!

Elfie:

I'm dead serious.

Frog:

*sad face* OK! OK! What can I do to f*ck you again?

Elfie:

Buy me a scarf, they're on sale on ideeli.

Frog:

*o_O*

Dear le Foz,

Happy birthday! It still makes me laugh then cringe when I think of this day last year and how drunk we all got and then I puked in front of my building. I am so happy that you are my friend, I really hope they approve same sex marriages for immigration purposes, because I can think of no other lesbian I want to marry more than you!

Thank you for looking after me, tolerating my moments of insanity, letting me pat your hair/head and singing the River song to me. I love you le Foz!

Elfie

I watched Beastly today and all I could think about are the ways in which I have felt beastly over the past few months.  Felt ugly and inadequate.  Monstrous and unworthy.  A beast with an insatiable appetite for manipulation. It is interesting to me how I can dissociate from myself when things get difficult and look at how the internalization of how I’ve been treated is manifesting in my budding new relationships.  I am restricted by an inability to just let things go slow, to grow beautifully and blossom the way that they were meant to; with proper nourishment and attention. Wanting to hold on to things and tightly as possible so that they don’t run away. Trying desperately to be everything so that they won’t find a reason to leave.

Psh…but the first step to healing is to admit your mistakes, and take responsibility in the things that happen.  But accept that some things are outside of your control.  To have insight into the issues and strive to overcome in order to make them better.  I’m not a monster. I’m actually quite wonderful.  I have my flaws, I have my hang-ups.  But all it takes is the right Belle to come along and sweep me off my feet.

Beastly

I haven’t been on one is so long.  I feel like I’ve been locked in this office, and sipping the same cup of cold, sweet coffee for as long as I have been blinking.

But with my birthday coming up, I have the opportunity to go on an adventure! Its an adventure that will involve me stepping completely out of my comfort zone and into a world of uncertainty.  What is life without a little discomfort, and healthy doses of fear.  Someone used to tell me that moments like this show you what you’re made of.

I think I’m made of chocolate.  But I’m pretty sure that’s not what they meant.  :-)  However, as a self-proclaimed sex-pert who is tentative hoping to gift herself a trip to a “Play Party” for her birthday, I think I’m a tad bit embarrassed that this kind of event freaks me out.  But I am determined to overcome my fears and just go so I can learn something new that I’ve been curious about lately.  It be easier if I had a side kick. Where’s Gabrielle when you need her.

Gabrielle and Xena


Our lives in a meme.

Recently Awhile ago my darling friend M made a comment about the way I sleep. She said “you toss and turn so much it’s like you are making stir fry”. I thought it was pretty hilarious, but now that I’ve typed it out in English it doesn’t seem as funny (she said it to me in Chinese). Anyway… It’s true, I toss and turn a lot in my sleep. Sometimes even when I am not asleep I toss and turn, thinking that it’d help me fall asleep faster, but it doesn’t. As much as I love sleeping with someone (oh là là!) I hate sharing a bed. I don’t care how big the bed is, I want it all to myself. And when I am in a big bed I like to sleep diagonally, for fear that someone else my jump into my bed at night and get into my space. When I was a little one my mother used to wonder how it was possible for me to do 180 turns in the night, little does she know that it was actually a 900 degree turn. Yup that was mean the champion tosser and turner before the age of one.

Needless to say I am not a cuddle-er in bed. I get super self-conscious especially when the guy puts his arm under my head. I start thinking about how much my head weighs, how long it’d take before his arm goes numb. Trying to think back to my cognitive psychology labs where we learnt about the human brain, or I picture myself chopping off my head and putting it on a scale… It’s bizarre I know and then I can’t fall asleep which leads me to toss and turn which again makes me really self-conscious as I wonder if the person I am in bed with thinks I am tossing and turning too much.

Where did the shrimp come from I hear you ask? Well I despise shrimps, and all seafood that comes with a shell, and also eels. I tell people I am allergic to it, I may have had an allergic reaction once but, I just plain don’t like it. My mom nicknamed me Shrimpy when I was little, because when she’d eventually see me in the morning, I’d be curled up like a shrimp. It has a cuter connotation than the fetal position.

Do you have an weird unique sleeping habits?

Opaque  by  andbamnan