8:39 a.m. - 2003-04-04
oh god, turn back the clock
oh god, turn back the clock
"oh god, pls turn back the clock.
i lost my sock."
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blissfulness is being selfish just for the correct moment.
The soundtrack: traffic sounds, coffe slurps, burger munches, pattering feet, swinging paper bags, hustle bustle, opening of car doors, closing of car doors, cars driving off, escalators stretching, MRT thunders. Door opens.
The scene: Faces, bodies, tourists, locals, bengs, lians, school uniforms, jeans, short skirts, dresses, blind man playing accordian in underpass, people talking into mobile phones, bits of crowds waiting at the mrt gates, bunch of people standing around, people giving out phamplets, the two of them walking, a hand thrusts out.
The words: �sorry but I think this is a waste of paper. I�m not going to take it.� he said to the man holding out the piece of phamplet at him.
The man retrieves himself embarassedly. They walk on hand in hand. she turns around and smiles at the man. the man acknowledges it with a puzzled nod of his head. She snuggles close to him.
�Yeah, its disgusting. There are people starving in Africa or something.�
He laughs, �who cares?� and continued walking.
They walk silently to the mrt gates and boarded the train home.
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Prom Night with a Date from Hell!
prom night wasn�t at the prom.
comes quickly ends her smooth skin button arms smooth velvet like avocado smiles fakes gasps fakes this is the first time staring at the ceiling not doing anything waiting as she bathes herself and towels off. Accidentally tried to hug, make up smudged eyebrow, angry true self flicky continuation mmm gentle smooth kisses vaselines around legs and touch forget memory blank squat in front of me, penetrate slight tightening doggy style nothing finish as soon as possible kiss slobbering on her back the end. Ar ni kin ar? (so fast?) ask me if I got girlfriend. Pai-seh laugh-giggles she. dress. wait sat around for her to dress zipping up at the back. walk out.
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the angel of aids
the angel of death,
(the anti-aids campaign calls her that)
but can i call her sweet charity?
but she asked,
"have you paid?"
i nod my head,
and then got
laid.
like a virgin for the very first time.
like cupid stabbing lovers with a knife.
i remember being very happy and being very sad.
touched by angels like the suffering diseased, are you happy to be touched or sad to be diseased.
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i remember a funny story i read in Cometbus last time... Aaron's fren is a very strict vegetarian. He don't eat meat or any meat products, only uses proper animal-derivatives-free shampoo and soap, does not wear leather shoes or jackets... he even rides his bicycle standing up, he doesn't want his butt to touch the synthetic leather bicycle seat.
the end.
