noted. by MAEKA
Thursday, January 6, 2011
January
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2011
TO 2011!!!!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Fantasy b2
"In a dream I wasn’t alone
On Christmas.
And you kissed me
On new year’s.
On the lips.
In a way friends never kiss,
Even when drunk and heartbroken.
I objectify you
In so many ways..
To me
Our love exists
In poems,
Journal entries,
And
The parties of mutual acquaintances.
In realms of possibility
We have love,
Even if
At night you lay
Your head near
Someone
Else’s slow-breathing face
And
I write postcards
From foreign suburbs.
At least we have lines together.
Where hands can join tenderly
And without
The awkwardness of reality.
At least we smile
With gentle motives.
And never cheat
On our intentions.
In my journal entry
We can do no wrong.
No couple was made more
Sitcom ideal.
But I miss you, woman.
Want to know you, woman.
I don’t want the two dimensional
Vision
Of your summer dress
On warehouse rooftops.
I don’t want
The flatness
Of your voice
Unable
To tell me
How you really feel..
I don’t want just the spark in my heart
Or the near faint
When you pour me tea.
I want your lust
And your cruelty.
I want to dig myself
Out of the ashes of ex-boyfriends.
I want to feel the pain
Of dealing with
Your family with you.
I want to call you on the phone
To ask
If you want me
To pick anything up.
You’re not just in my dreams,
But
You seem like one.
And I’m through
Writing possibility,
Show me tomorrow
And give me
Your hand.
"
On Christmas.
On new year’s.
Even when drunk and heartbroken.
In so many ways..
Our love exists
In poems,
Journal entries,
And
The parties of mutual acquaintances.
We have love,
At night you lay
Your head near
Someone
Else’s slow-breathing face
I write postcards
From foreign suburbs.
And without
The awkwardness of reality.
With gentle motives.
On our intentions.
We can do no wrong.
Sitcom ideal.
Vision
Of your summer dress
On warehouse rooftops.
The flatness
Of your voice
Unable
To tell me
How you really feel..
Or the near faint
When you pour me tea.
And your cruelty.
Out of the ashes of ex-boyfriends.
Of dealing with
Your family with you.
To ask
If you want me
To pick anything up.
But
You seem like one.
And I’m through
Writing possibility,
And give me
Your hand.
by Beau Sia, “Fantasy b2”
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Seed Root TAM
unborn, and empty nature of samsara and nirvana is what is meant by the syllable
TAM, the seed root of TARA.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Lemonade Diet
On July 5th, I will be happy and pretty again. Can't wait.
Friday, June 18, 2010
my new gig
I've always visited the store in SOHO everytime after I visit Marni because it's 2 doors down. The store was so expensive that the only thing I've ever bought were these beautiful one-off buttons by the cashier. But, things are different now! I finally get to adorn some of their beautiful hand crafted clothing. I will be part of the 45rpm team starting July 1st. Very exciting and a little nervous at the same time because of how strict the company is. They are Japanese with no pr behind their brand. They sell $800 jeans because each on is hand dyed with lots of TLC and every piece of clothing has a reason behind it. The name represents the uniqueness of each piece of clothing. A 45 rpm was a record that usually was a hit song. And they have taken that Hit song to having hit pieces every time. =)
I feel honored to be their walking ad. I love.