i think i've contacted aids. my sister scratched my skin with her fingernails till it bled. but the pain is exhilirating. especially when i do the dishes and God knows what chemicals get into the wound, causing some yellowish pus to be produced. simply classic.
may's right. i am sadistic.
"You're gonna fly away,
glad you're going my way,
i love it when we're cruising together.
Music is played for love,
crusin', it's made for love,
i love it when we're cruising together."
now, what a contrast to my sadistic-ism.
died-ed at
2:16 pm
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fa·tigue
the sun's cruel heat emanated from an unknown source, baking everything that it can lay upon. once again, like many other days, the convection currents was repeating its vicious cycle of morphing me into tender, juicy meat. i thought verses of rhymes and musical notes could help me endure the ruthless weather, but no. drops of perspiration kept on dripping down the side of my face, damping my forehead and my back, allowing the cheap cotton of my uniform to stick to my back, exposing the colour of my lingerie that was originally hidden under that thin peice of translucent material. i stepped into the bus, thankful for the invention of the air-conditioning. but i was naive. the cool atmosphere was only temporary. just as i step off the vehicle, i was engulfed by the humidity in the air. evaporation that took place was for nothing because without a warning, vapour in the air started to condense once again. the sticky, uncomfortable feeling just adds to the reason for my irritatable behaviour. and at that moment, all i really wished was for water to just gush out from a fire-hydrant and i could drench my entire self with the cool water and a popsicle in my hand.
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