Does anyone knock when they barge in to beat her down
yes. i lost $70. it escaped right under my cheapskate eyes.
i am more disappointed then sad or angry.
just sucks that i worked for two weeks for that pay
and whoosh. it is gone.
met brandon after yassin that night.
it was a simple kind of wonderful.
he bought cranberry vodka for me and a whisky for himself.
we sat at the bottom of my block.
i tried, i really did.
i tried to tell myself.
but
it just didn't happen.
so the night came and left. i complained i was a little hungry and he complained i complained too much.
so off we went to ang mo kio to eat chicken wings. in the morning, with an 11am class tomorrow way at the back of my head, we sat at a anghoon smelling, amazing tasting lime bbq chicken wings i had.
maybe because there was a slight taste of comfort.
we talked and ranted about life, the 3 tenors, berkley, porsche, under-arm girl, all the love letters.
i should have put my guard down.
so i sat there, rummaging through the mountain of chicken wings.
at 4am there was an inkling that maybe i should go home.
so we left for home and as he was sitting at the driver seat, it occured to me how old he looked. his face was tired and rough. i asked him if he had been putting the seaweed moisturiser i gave him last xmas.
he shook his head and sighed.
it makes me think of all the poor seaweed that were compressed into mush for my skin. and you
i ignored that. and went on bobbing to the tunes of bob marley's (pun intended) no women no cry.
by the time we reached home, it was almost 430am.
he said, that was awesome, we must do it again.
i just said maybe.
yes. i lost $70. it escaped right under my cheapskate eyes.
i am more disappointed then sad or angry.
just sucks that i worked for two weeks for that pay
and whoosh. it is gone.
met brandon after yassin that night.
it was a simple kind of wonderful.
he bought cranberry vodka for me and a whisky for himself.
we sat at the bottom of my block.
i tried, i really did.
i tried to tell myself.
but
it just didn't happen.
so the night came and left. i complained i was a little hungry and he complained i complained too much.
so off we went to ang mo kio to eat chicken wings. in the morning, with an 11am class tomorrow way at the back of my head, we sat at a anghoon smelling, amazing tasting lime bbq chicken wings i had.
maybe because there was a slight taste of comfort.
we talked and ranted about life, the 3 tenors, berkley, porsche, under-arm girl, all the love letters.
i should have put my guard down.
so i sat there, rummaging through the mountain of chicken wings.
at 4am there was an inkling that maybe i should go home.
so we left for home and as he was sitting at the driver seat, it occured to me how old he looked. his face was tired and rough. i asked him if he had been putting the seaweed moisturiser i gave him last xmas.
he shook his head and sighed.
it makes me think of all the poor seaweed that were compressed into mush for my skin. and you
i ignored that. and went on bobbing to the tunes of bob marley's (pun intended) no women no cry.
by the time we reached home, it was almost 430am.
he said, that was awesome, we must do it again.
i just said maybe.
