♥ lotte ♥

poison

-; jess — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 09:03:34 +0000

i present to you poison apples through a mirror.

shot in black and white, and then recoloured using photoshop.

Child’s Play

-; jess — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 08:42:04 +0000

I finally gotten down to transferring some photos I took a while back.

Took me a while to get the kids to settle down, but the time was worth it.

veins

-; jess — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 05:31:30 +0000

thoughts and ideas in my head,
swimming and flowing through.
eyes wide shut, my mighty pen
press upon the plain white face.
the tip of the mighty scratches a line,
then another joins and forms;
a heavy stroke of wiggly swirl,
painting small scribbles of a picture.
the voice in the head forms the words,
and within the veins cruising and flow,
like blood, the words seep through and forms…
a permanent stain upon the white,
these thought left behind a mark.
once written out – only an empty shell
and i know, you’ll use my words however you want.

innocence lost

-; jess — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 05:27:07 +0000

images swirl;
(they don’t stop)

casting their shadows.
(to and fro)

lights dim -
(they are never bright;)

the dreamscapes,
(they stretch on.)

they seep, overtime
creeping,
silent,
etched in memories…

before falling away,
before melting into dust…

a child’s smile,
lost -

never to be found,
never to be heard again,
now time has past
and she has grown…

A Lesson on Love

-; jess — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:25:52 +0000

It started out quiet, and then gradually, the calls of mommy kitty got louder. I looked up from my work, and saw her tiny orange head poking into the house. She mewed again, her eyes searching. Then a little while passed, and the tiny thing slipped away.

Yes — mommy kitty has been looking for her babies for days. She is a feisty, tiny thing, a perfect little stray who came and went as she saw fit.

Sometimes when I went home from school, I will find her lying near the lift, prowling and mewing at everyone in her friendly manner. Sometimes, she will be rummaging through the trash — careful with whatever leftovers she find. Sometimes when I take the staircase in the corner to my house, I will pass by a little cardboard shack someone had made for her babies and her. And there she is, a tiny mother watching her three babies playing. Sometimes, she will even play with them too.

But lately, I’ve been hearing her calls. Her babies were missing, and everyday, I will see her searching for them. I remember them very clearly — one orange kitten, one grey kitten and one, I call, blender kitten because its coat patterns are a swirl of black, orange and white — very much like mommy kitty.

To be honest I miss the kittens very much.

Last night, I saw mommy kitty playing with her babies again. This time, only orange and grey were around. Baby blender wasn’t — and it was a sad picture of a family broken because of some selfish cat-napper.

My heart ached at this small picture, and I cannot forget the mother’s love and desperate search for her missing babies.

first thoughts

-; jess — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 19:12:45 +0000

Considering that I already have an existing blog, I wonder why I even take up a new blog here on WordPress. I supposed this is my other sanctuary, one very different from the rambles many of my readers are used to.

That said, I now declare this my safe space, and will act as a record of my thoughts and ideas — particularly in theatre.