Day 1.
Just a phonecall she said. She's going away for a couple of days with her dad. She couldn't bear to hang up. Kissed me a dozen times over the phone. She couldn't come to see me due to the short notice of leaving, fuck. She couldn't bear to hang up still....
My heart is searching for her whereabouts now. I feel her aching heart as she's gone further and further.... Or is it my own aching heart i'm feeling? Where is she!? In the car? Still in Singapore? Across the Causeway? What about her horny cat? Maybe her dad'll change his mind about going!
Waaaait just a minute... why am I being so bloody childish?! Does it make any difference whether she's going anywhere or staying put? Why didn't she crash the bloody car up the curb and they can't go anywhere coz' it would've been at the mechanic's over the weekend? Damn it!
Day 2.
Practise tomorrow.
No call.
Chill out in my room.
No call.
Dinner.
No call.
Tagboard.
No tag.
Just a phonecall, to send my usually placate, even aloof, mind in frenzied turmoil. She must've put something into my curry, bloody bhangra.
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PS: Been away to KL, busy shopping, watched a man die & been trying to revive back to my good ole' erotica writing days.
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