jacket, sleek pants.. elf shoes and all

hair tied neatly into a ponytail.. the short fringe tucked behind ears, with mousse to keep all frays in place... eyebrows have been plucked to reveal a gentle arch.. eyelids are purple brown.. cheeks bright and cheery.. my lips painted matt brown remain pursed throughout then whole day. My all black brand new suit fits me to a T.. i noticed that its jus fitting ard the shoulders, sometimes even an unlady-like shrug becomes immpossible. I hold my breath in.. keepin the tummy tucked in.. hopin that the slight buldge from after lunch will be unnoticable.. hopefully... oh the shoes hurt slightly... sharp pointies that I wld have never imagined myself in.. silver chained watch on the left wrist... and a sheer black oblong bag in the other... i glance occasionally at myself in any window i pass.. and i can hardly recognise the person staring back..

the past four weeks have come and gone in a jiffy.. and between then and now.. i hardly realise the passin of time.. the dates and month seems to have changed.. but when i stop and take a check back... it feels like well ..,. nothin drastic has happened in my personal life. oh sure i now spend more than half the day wrapped up lookin like i own the world, i sit in an office all day typin away at my
IBM T20.. slippin on a freshly brewed cuppa latte.. and wonder how my next presentation will change the world.. but basically... underneath it all.. behind the silver and gold threaded ropes.. I am still me.. still think the same.. swing my hips the same.. breathe the same.. and most importantly.. I miss the same. I may feel more inclined to the fact that I am fast growing up.. and that I am at the beginnin stages of paving my pathway in the work force.. yadahh yadahh.. but all in all.. hidden beneath the dreams, aspirations and hopes.. still is that little girl.. waiting for her prince to love her.