* the end to all days, the maniacal LAWYER has graduated! *
~an original p@ssion-@rt
(..yay yay, I'm only 22.. )
*... .. and 3 months, 1 day exactly*
.. ... .... . shhusshh..
Let me brief all of you on my 2 partners in crime. We have known each other for... .. since primary 5, so that's.. 13 years!!!!!.... That's... Damn.... a very long time!.. That's.. 13 years of.. nonsense and naked guys chit chat and fantasizing!.. 13 years of lonely new years celebrated together with a box of pizza (with extra cheese for that added fatty indulgence..!.. ahh.. how comforting.. ) , KFC, and... some.. gay anime with.. animals of the zodiac!... (.. yes.. sad to say, gay guys that changes into animals when hugged by the opposite sex are kinda cute. Go watch Fruits Basket. I like the Dragon - which in fact is a seahorse - reminds me much of William.. the innocent face.. baby boy look.. yummy lips.. .. thoughtful .. dreamy kinda person on the outside.. but a 'Dragon' inside... rawr rawr... ) . We have shared dirtyyyy secrets.. (about... gay anime guys, sexy carribean pirates - who... might be gay, leader of gay hobbits... Yeah. we had a sad love life.. umm.. close to.. null), personal takes on the evil, pathetic breed of 'man'kind, oogled over Final Fantasy 7 .. until Final Fantasy 11. Oh.. My... .. that's like... 5 generations of Final Fantasy..from 2D to 3D... .. Gawd.... We Are Ancient!!!!!
They, my beloved bestest girlmates, Jessica and Sharmila, have been with me throughout my entire 'growing' up period of my life. They were there when I cried in school when Mother had announced our family separation, they were there when we tried to make ... bread.. over a measly fire made up of pathetic sticks and some.. dust.. or.. weed.. with some... .. coconut oil - courtesy of Sharm's dad (i looked at sharm and asked "coconut oil???? where on earth do we find coconut oil????".. yes.. and the reply was obviously.. the obvious "Urrrr.... in a coconut???" - and the bread turned out..... rather .... .sticky.. doughy.. tasty.. i think. .. we never cared about how food tastes like when we were young, as long as it fits into your mouth - and if it doesn't fit, try again after nibbling off the excess sides) - in our primary school compound, outside our class. (yeah.. talk about outdoor activities.. it's... outside classroom activities... *ppfftt*).
I have watched them harass and molest a stalk of sugar cane to the ground. (seriously, literally). They were practically stomping the life out (well, i think Jess killed it already when she laid her evil hands on it.. i think she yanked it out of the ground.. or.. something.. maybe with the help of her foot and mangling skills) of the poor innocent plant with their ..chalk covered, white (or ash grey without the chalk - white chalk is essential in avoiding being caught by prefects (aka me) for having dirty shoes. Yesss... i was the butler and maid of the school at one sad point in my life). They were bending, twisting, demolishing, ravishing, mutilating and .. .. oh it was pure evil.
And they were E.N.J.O.Y.I.N.G it. You could actually see the red horns and tails peeking out from their heads and bums (if you listened close enough, you can even hear the faint shrieks of laughter and 'Die .. Die... Die... you are MMINEEEE SUGGARR CANNEEEE!!!'.. ). After their very rough gang bang with the sugar.. cane.. or whatever was left of it, they sat there.. with the 2 broken pieces of cane ever so peaceful and so.... mantra.. calming like.. like.. nirvana..
And WHY did they do it?..
Simply put (and the obvious... again) Jessica wanted to munch on the sugar cane.
*yeaaaaa.. after all the stomping and mulching and.. whatever else that came intact with the soles of their shoes... yeaaa... go right on and munch on it babbbbeess.. *
And I watched them gnaw happilly on their treat (yarrr.. you should have seen the way Jess was handling it - it was as if she was forcing a struggling.. .. iguana into her mouth filled with evil.. ... blood..dripping.. fangs). And I could feel their satisfaction radiating out of their evil pores.
But I think I was the one who introduced 'evil'-ness into their lives at one point in time. Can't remember how, though. But they were the 'good' girls... um.. so called lar. I guess I was more 'evil' in a way that I was more exposed to the real world sorta thing. I had my freedom, my parents didn't give me curfews. I had my independance, I managed to get my own meals at my own times and I was just left to fend for myself - be it exams or studies or peer pressure.. (i had. not much peer pressure actually, it was pretty simple, my status in school - I was a bitch and everyone hated my guts.. hehe. simple!). I then managed to built up this shield, to keep my real self (who is much much much more vulnerable than what most people see), safe from the evil people and evil stuff. And I became... who I am now, today.
And the only person, whom I had let my defences waiver when he's around, is...( Yes.. of course you know.. A free breath of oxygen (while stocks on earth lasts) for the correct answer.. ).. my darling love. He's in the shower now by the way.
*evil, nasty, sexy thoughts.. hmmm... shower.. *..
*blinks.. blinks*.... What...?? I have all rights to fantasize about my loverboy anytime and anyhow I want!..
.. .. .. I seriously think it's the Fisherman's Friend Apple and Cinnamon lozenges that he had asked me to buy to cure my sore throat. .. ... .... It's giving me weird urges. Not to mention that Elly and I had indulged our eyes and minds with really sexy, cute, hunks pictures on Sky's computer.... ...
Oh... Now I see.... .. ... it's a slow torture to insanity.. yesssss... it's a evil, mean trick to get me high whilst he is away!!!!...
*.. .. poutssss*...
Nevermind, will satisfy my thirst and hunger with more Fisherman's Friend...
.. .. ... ... and who or what is a Fisherman's Friend??? ???
Happy Birthday, Sharmila... .. I hope you'd enjoy the lovely surprise that we have in store for you... (and yeah... i am still gonna get that short skirt from Top Shop.. no matter how much your ticket isss!!!)
*muahs muahs*
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