Tissues scattered around the brown desk. The intern now has been nicknamed, “Sickly”. The girl in black dress looked pale and ghastly. She could barely catch her breath, coughing her lungs out every second of the day. The pain isn’t just the inflammatory throat, her gut shrinks and tries to escape whenever the breathway opens. Her eyes ooze tears each time she sneezes. For a moment, she managed to convince herself that Angel of Death is waiting to take over her pathetic sick soul.

Here comes a better news, the building maintenance dude decided today would be the auspicious day to fix the roof. Hence, the drilling vibrates her weak body, loud machinery noise that pierced into her fragile ears.

For once, I understood why people settled for drugs. The physical pain is so unbearable, the pain slowly sucks and drains your life, leaving you nothing but a sick body and empty soul in the end. Jokes aside, last night I was so close to snort or pop something to remove the pain. It is only flu bug. What about incurable cancer patients, severely injured accidents victims, suffering burnt trauma victims? Imagine the pain they suffer. The worst pain to suffer is the pain with no solutions, no medications, no future.

This is my job. Playing with men sexy silky glitzy microfibre briefs.

p.s. I get to bring these home

Reading a person is complex.

One day, he’s all warm and fuzzy.
Next day, he’s all cold and reserved.

Current song playing : Little Wonders by Rob Thomas
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

The short period of time I spent with you doesn’t make me know you better, you just pleasantly made me smile. You speak about how we should live one day at a time. I’m afraid, afraid of the whole process, which has no definite results.  I’ve stopped. Stop thinking about the little things. I prefer my time now, living. I heard too many deaths the past one week. I am repulsed with the little fights, the havoc dramas. Precious times I only share with some of you.

This weekend will be reliving the good times. Birthday, music and wedding.
10 more days and counting.

Vintry at Jaya33 on a Monday evening. Mushroom and Tomato Penne, Fish & Chips, Hoegaarden, Guinness Stout.

Conversations so pleasant, ambience so delightful. Fingers playing, eyes gazing.

Kisses in the elevator.

It’s been sometime, the Perfect Dinner Date. I’m easy to please.