//hearing aid: fly away - corrine may

when will you be home, she asked

the pr firm to hire cut my industry standard pay to peanutal pay.
and i don't mean t.t. durai peanuts, i mean real real edible peanutal pay.

dance was alright, i realised it's really easy because i've done it almost all before.
gen's a great addition to my mundane wednesdays. now it's a mundance wednesday.

there's this guy in class who stares at your boobs when you dance with him. since we rotate partners now, he just BLATANTLY stares at my heaving cleavage. not like glance and a look there, but like 'what-the-fuck-are-you-staring-at-and-why-aren't-you-even-looking-away-when-i-glare-at-you-like-that stare.

really annoying and so i fought fire with fire.
i stared at that fella's crotch the whole time.
i figure if he asked, i would say i was staring at my feet.
or something. i'll make something up.

speaking of making something up, me and gen made up our histories and told a bunch of our dance people a fuge lie.
i am now (in their wandering eyes) a pr officer working for 'Integrated Marketing and Communications Pte Ltd' and gen is bum who is jobless with a biochemical degree.

ha. and they bought it. hook line and sinker.
at least stare glare man got it.
stupid dumbfuck.

even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart.
he might be going to manila. i'm just not sure.