after some dodgy street food... [short blog post]
[Leaning back in the plastic chair of his cubicle - careful to keep the angle of his feet inclined towards the ground - he tried to even out his breaths to a calm, normal rate, to keep th' low profile, asanother rise of nausea flooded his system, rising out of his gut to smother his lungs, even more then the small, humid cubicle he was hunched in. The ripple of pain was harder to smother, however, and he winced, buckling breifly, at the groan that slipped through his teeth. The screen flickered at the onset of another powercut, his search results blinking out of exostence with it as pained eyes watched it helplesslly, and Sadiq could just curse the owner of the market stall he had stopped at earlier. He couldn't even remember the name of the pastry-mince, things, he had tried, but he could feel them now. Bok. Yes, he could he feel them now.
It took him another minute to compose himself, and with a renewed growl, his shaking frame made it upright. Yes. Darkeyes narrowed back at the blank screen, his breaths spreading out longer, but still thin, before a trembling finger moved deliberately to push the power button back on.
He needed his blog]
BLOG POST: FRIDAY 09|07|2010
LOCATION: VIRUDHUNAGER
:- NO SUBJECT
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வணக்கம்
jesus, some women don't want to be found--
-vanakkam, my friends! As my ques' in this country, turns out, will take quite a while, I can't see why I shouldn' handle some questions, if you would supply them. Or any information regarding the whereabouts of a women who referred to herself as 'INDIA'. at least that was what her card said, as well as the address for a town in the middle of nowhere with the best lodging i could find setting me up as a volunteer getting up at six every morning to sweep the hospital.
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[He paused, ringed dark eyes on the screen, his already pale, slightly strained complexion appearing even paler in the harsh, pressing glow of the flckering flourescent lighting of the internet cafe. If you could call a room with six computers and not even a bar a cafe. He at least fit in better here then, say, the blonde chick two delightful wooden cubicles over, 'lonely planet' phrasebook in front of her as her skin glistened with sweat in the different (although nighttime) climate, pounding deliberately on at the keys when she clearly wasn't getting any music through the broken headset she wore. He felt a grin slip back wearily onto his face as the scene delighted him, and with a glance back at the screen, he didn't delete the last paragraph. It could be worse.]
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((ooc: ...I was not sure where to put this. x'D YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO POST and TURKISH may be a bit blunt with his answers here, but he means well; he'll e posting as well as any man can whilst being covered with MOSQUITO BITES. xD But, seriously. I think I ate something dodgy. xD; AT LEAST I WORK IN A HOPSITAL, SFJKASFDAS). xD I had to start posting, somewhere, and this got a bit carried away, but it helped getting bac into the swing of things. xD; LOVE YOU GUYS.A.
It took him another minute to compose himself, and with a renewed growl, his shaking frame made it upright. Yes. Darkeyes narrowed back at the blank screen, his breaths spreading out longer, but still thin, before a trembling finger moved deliberately to push the power button back on.
He needed his blog]
BLOG POST: FRIDAY 09|07|2010
LOCATION: VIRUDHUNAGER
:- NO SUBJECT
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வணக்கம்
jesus, some women don't want to be found--
-vanakkam, my friends! As my ques' in this country, turns out, will take quite a while, I can't see why I shouldn' handle some questions, if you would supply them. Or any information regarding the whereabouts of a women who referred to herself as 'INDIA'. at least that was what her card said, as well as the address for a town in the middle of nowhere with the best lodging i could find setting me up as a volunteer getting up at six every morning to sweep the hospital.
...
[He paused, ringed dark eyes on the screen, his already pale, slightly strained complexion appearing even paler in the harsh, pressing glow of the flckering flourescent lighting of the internet cafe. If you could call a room with six computers and not even a bar a cafe. He at least fit in better here then, say, the blonde chick two delightful wooden cubicles over, 'lonely planet' phrasebook in front of her as her skin glistened with sweat in the different (although nighttime) climate, pounding deliberately on at the keys when she clearly wasn't getting any music through the broken headset she wore. He felt a grin slip back wearily onto his face as the scene delighted him, and with a glance back at the screen, he didn't delete the last paragraph. It could be worse.]
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((ooc: ...I was not sure where to put this. x'D YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO POST and TURKISH may be a bit blunt with his answers here, but he means well; he'll e posting as well as any man can whilst being covered with MOSQUITO BITES. xD But, seriously. I think I ate something dodgy. xD; AT LEAST I WORK IN A HOPSITAL, SFJKASFDAS). xD I had to start posting, somewhere, and this got a bit carried away, but it helped getting bac into the swing of things. xD; LOVE YOU GUYS.A.