five
Date: Sep 30th, 2006 11:05:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: sassy
Steve is a natural-born killer.
I kid, I kid.
We talk about girls with elongated faces, and kids who will be future porn stars.
Something tells me I should let the matter go. But my mean streak says, "It's fun. Go ahead."
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four
Date: Sep 26th, 2006 1:04:19 am - Subscribe
Mood: sophisticated
I want to look like Rose Mortmain in I Capture The Castle.
well, at least her hair.
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three
Date: Sep 22nd, 2006 1:30:33 am - Subscribe
Mood: inane
There are times when I am happy, there are times when I am not.
This week is one of the not-happy times.
I must even admit I don't know why I'm feeling this. Maybe it's near the time that my strawberry jam is coming again, and I'm going to need emergency sandwiches again.
Last night, I have made up my mind to go into hiding. I'll miss them, but in a way, it'll be good for me.
I miss him. But it doesn't matter. I don't matter to him, but again, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Like a person who used to mean a lot to me doesn't anymore, except when I'm feeling a bit frisky, and there's the mood I've described in Entry Number Two...the Saturday noon bus ride. Just because he was good looking.
But the other guy (the nice one) isn't, and I know it too well. And it doesn't stop me from missing him because he's a very good person.
I need excitement. All kinds. Physical, mental, emotional, anything!
Try spanking me. That's exciting enough.
Oh yes, that is kinky. But I'm not feeling frisky, mind!
"What would you give for excitement?" I asked him.
"Twenty-five pence and a half packet of Malboros," he promptly replies.
I don't like a guy who smokes. But he's an exception.
Please give me a plane ticket and I'll gladly fly to Glasgow.
I am happy again because right now, he's online.
My best friend Lily says I've got a chronic case of Anglophilism, but it's not true. I like him a lot because he's witty, and he's charming, and to use an extinct word, ERUDITE. He used that on me, so I'm handing the favour over to him.
Other boy is online, but I'd rather not talk to him, giving me horrid mental images of how he's having torrid sex with his girlfriend. Eeeeuw.
Not kinky.
I'm not saying Boy Number One isn't nice. Maybe his looks have gotten way too pornstar for me.
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two
Date: Sep 17th, 2006 2:24:33 pm - Subscribe
Mood: gelatinous
I sit in a bus, and it was a hot Saturday morning.
Well close to afternoon really, I lie.
I sweat profusely. The guy next to me was rather good looking, but he was thin, almost scrawny.
I hate men who are scrawny. Like the way men would dislike an anorexic thin girl, or an extremely corpulent one. I do not understand why that certain feeling came over, I certainly never experienced anything like that before. Years ago, I was indifferent. Maybe a certain incident has also prompted me to think that it's not bad to think about touching a guy.
Kissing him, or maybe even farther.
Hey. I'm a lady, I'm not supposed to talk about taboo topics.
I turn my head towards the back. Four or five men, who almost lay down on the seat, sprawled all over each other in the way which one could be led to think that these men had come from a drunken orgy.
Two passengers leave the bus, so I transferred to the seat they have just left. The scrawny goodlooking boy (who is now ugly to me) looked at me. In a slightly leering way.
I suppose he was looking at the lumps across my chest. I am not impressed.
The air is still hot. There is evidently something wrong with the airconditioner, and a lot of people are complaining. Including the scrawny boy, and the people at the back seat, who turned out to be his friends. They are no longer sprawled over each other; they are now sitting upright. I ignored them, they are not worthy of my notice.
Their existence melts, and I no longer acknowledge them.
I realise I am finally I am at my stop. Relieved, I alighted from the bus.
Or rather, the moving oven.
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one.
Date: Sep 5th, 2006 1:27:51 am - Subscribe
Mood: snarky
I sit beside people in public transport.
Sometimes, you can get a kick out of observing things. Things they do, or say, for example.
Just last week, as I was on my way home with three of my blockmates, I found myself feeling annoyed with a certain passenger sitting on the front seat with another man, possibly his friend.
The man was speaking in a loud voice, and it was obvious he was uncouth. He cussed most of the time, said a lot of things that would even make a sailor blush, and he complained a lot. Ranging from complaints about his employer to how poor the driving was.
Just imagine if his boss was there. I bet Uncouth Talkative Man would be fired on the spot.
Just asking. Are there still genteel people?
Let me tell you how this system runs. I won't make the second chapter so soon. Nope. I will make a few more additions--let's say two or three more before I make another update.
Come on, let's be different for once.
I made a blog here because my friend has an aeonity blog. I must say I'm impressed with the service (so far). Nevertheless, I'm sticking with my old blogs.
I have been a blogger since 2003. And I move around blogs so much, to the annoyance of my linkees. I just wanted to see how each blog host works, and how they make templates. Sadly, I don't have much time to learn properly.
If you stay on, I will. Tune in for the next installment, folks.
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