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I am bulgy and elated. As soon as i step into my room I writhe out of my clothes and sip ribena. Listen to morrissey, smoke a red, blah blah rah rah cha cha. In a bit I will wash my face and go see ex lover in bandages and scratches. How exciting. Am I cruel? I just slept for 2 hours and played with kids all morning. I filled in for this cute 20something malay teacher who had a photograph of her in front of the arc de triomphe on her desk. I played hangman and word games with the kids for about an hour and gossiped about pop idols, adolescence and hair dye. In the primary school world they have never heard of colored contact lenses hence their cute little conclusion that I am alien. Nostalgia at the honiest man. Seeing all those dusty stuffy classrooms reminiscing about a time when I sang alone to wannabe and had the first incidents of fucked up friendships. Fucking wonderful. Saying fuck makes me feel bad sometimes. Mainly cos I do say fuck a lot and Jun hates it when I do it around him. It pierces he says. How rightly emo of him. Kidding.
Cat nap to 'hated because of great qualities', lovelay.
Cat nap to 'hated because of great qualities', lovelay.