MANNEQUINS

I've seen about three movies where mannequins at stores and boutiques come alive, start chattering and laughing and stuff; so I'm guessing mannequins wanna become full of life and have a taste of life's goodies ... smh ... if only they had an idea!

On the reverse side, I wonder what it'd feel like to be a mannequin; turn white (or whatever colour of mannequin I fancy), be at a stand still, be blind, deaf, dumb, unfeeling and unaware. As a mannequin, I can think of numerous things I would be enjoying (but not know I'm enjoying). For instance, I can try out all sorts of clothes including undergarments and eye wears, foot wears, gloves and be really fly everyday with a thousand eyes checking me out; and I would not even have to worry about what to wear cos it would be already picked out just for me. I would be saved from before and after-work hours traffic and I would know no hunger, thirst or any sort of cravings. I would not feel physical pain nor discomfort. I would not be weighed down by the aches and pains of betrayal of heartbreaks not live in the fear of possible fuck ups and let-downs by close friends and family members!

But then I thought about it; thousand of things I'd be missing and denying myself of if I were a mannequin. Like wear those fancy clothes to a party, show off and possibly get kicked out for being hyper-naughty. I'd never be able to perceive the fresh-from-the-shower natural fragrance of my boyfriend's body which gets me like half-tipsy half the time (in a very positive and leading-to-other-things way *wink*), and I won't be able to hear him say "I love you" or hear him whisper to me "Do you have the license to carry all that milk?" with that wide, silly grin on his face, heck! I won't even be able to see the grin. And I won't feel the love of family and friends (turns out there's still quite a few of them that love me still). Plus it would be a pity if I can't try out that toilet with the air-conditioning and cable TV. And most of all, I won't be able to eat ponmo! What tha?! That would be like the end of me!

... but then life would be so ... lifeless being a mannequin, no worrying or having to decide what dinner will be (I hate that when I have to do it!), or listening to "someone's" endless whining and nagging ... oh well!

My Lost Ring

Oh dear ruby ring,
How I miss thou;
All I wanted to do was sing,
But I had to struggle, bend and bow;

Amidst the crowd and commotion,
Trying to stand straight even with the nausea;
Unsettled was the description of the situation,
At that point I no longer wanted to be here;

Then came the time to assemble,
I wondered what the rush was about;
Peeps pushing, I could crumble,
My body was in a state of drought;

Little did I know I wouldn’t get past stage one,
That I would also lose you, my precious;
I finally got into a room, thank God!
I gulp the clean air so superfluous;

That was when you called out from afar,
“Mama, mama, I’m gone, miss me, miss me!”
I raised my dainty left hand,
What I saw almost made me weep;

I saw nothing! You were gone,
How you fell off, I cannot explain;
But they called on me and I had to move on,
To no one I could complain;

None has replaced you and none can,
My jewellery compartment is incomplete without you;
So is my middle finger,
Promise to never forget you.

G.r.a.t.!.t.u.d.e.

Whew!!! It almost took forever to create this thing, and my legs ache like crazy from sitting down at the computer for what seemed like a gazillion hours! So my first post is dedicated to my supporter through the hours of yawning, squinting and having a very (did I say very?) late dinner... oh! and the fish at dinner was great! Delicious!

Gracias muchas @judeylive...

And to all of you that will be reading my blog henceforth, I say thanks for clicking on here; don't forget to comment so I can know what's on y'all's minds! Now I say sweet dreams to myself and hope this sore throat is gone by morning!