oh well.
there's no turning back.
no turning back at all.
it was a cold night. there was nothing to do. i sat there in an aircon bus
and he gave me two choices: go through with it or cower in fear.
he was hesitant at first, shaking his head saying: there has to another way.
why now, why not tomorrow, why not next week?
i'd be ok if it was later, he said. i'm not prepared.
he sat there with nothing between his silences, staring into the blank space.
i stood my ground, it was something i had to do
a rite of passage, a ritual.
and finally, it was time.
i got down the dingy steps and into the humid hot air i stood.
he held my hand till i cringed.
it's ok, he whispered. just promise me you'll be ok.
you'll be ok, i said. i wasn't really sure about me though.
the first step was terrible. i couldn't breathe much.
i saw the stares. but i did it.
each step was easier, then it got harder.
he held my hand tighter as we carried on.
i looked around and soaked the environment.
at last it was over.
my first walk through geylang was a blast. yes i walked through the smelly chee ko peks, all the horny 15-year-olds. it was breath-taking, a little scary. i was the only person with a uterus. and yes there were other girls there too. um well, girls with that something xtra'. probably cause' it was a saturday night at about 11-ish. that's high sex drive time.
i felt so violated la, even though no one tried to be funny. but desmond held my hand so tight, i nearly slapped him. nonetheless, he protected me, put on his snare face and grunt. haha.
it was fun, that walk through geylang. and no, i didn't eat beef kway teow/smelly toufu/frog leg porridge/tim sum/taohuay. eh i went there for what geyland is for. the girls baby.
but now i kinda regret i didn't grab abutt bite.
the new igallop commercial is the most unsuccessful rebranding exercise ever.
and he gave me two choices: go through with it or cower in fear.
he was hesitant at first, shaking his head saying: there has to another way.
why now, why not tomorrow, why not next week?
i'd be ok if it was later, he said. i'm not prepared.
he sat there with nothing between his silences, staring into the blank space.
i stood my ground, it was something i had to do
a rite of passage, a ritual.
and finally, it was time.
i got down the dingy steps and into the humid hot air i stood.
he held my hand till i cringed.
it's ok, he whispered. just promise me you'll be ok.
you'll be ok, i said. i wasn't really sure about me though.
the first step was terrible. i couldn't breathe much.
i saw the stares. but i did it.
each step was easier, then it got harder.
he held my hand tighter as we carried on.
i looked around and soaked the environment.
at last it was over.
my first walk through geylang was a blast. yes i walked through the smelly chee ko peks, all the horny 15-year-olds. it was breath-taking, a little scary. i was the only person with a uterus. and yes there were other girls there too. um well, girls with that something xtra'. probably cause' it was a saturday night at about 11-ish. that's high sex drive time.
i felt so violated la, even though no one tried to be funny. but desmond held my hand so tight, i nearly slapped him. nonetheless, he protected me, put on his snare face and grunt. haha.
it was fun, that walk through geylang. and no, i didn't eat beef kway teow/smelly toufu/frog leg porridge/tim sum/taohuay. eh i went there for what geyland is for. the girls baby.
but now i kinda regret i didn't grab a
the new igallop commercial is the most unsuccessful rebranding exercise ever.
