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Saturday, March 11, 2006

We can't turn back time...the present sucks....I can't bear to look forward to the non-existant future...so all I can do is wallow and waddle in my shit and hope that the next instant i'll be in a beach resort, chilling out...resting my sore feet on a stool...my feet is nice and clean cos i've just cleaned them...it's just cuddly cosy windy and sunny...and i'll fall asleep on the couch til nightfall and mozzies do not exist so i wun get bites on my soles or toes...and someone will gently wake me up...and when i wake up, my breath will not stink...and we'll proceed to a urban-jazzy bar for a healthy fruitblend...i'd slept the whole laidback afternoon away...but it wasn't sluggish at all...and he caresses my neck lovingly and it's smooth and cool...i wouldn't be wearing shoes so sand would not get lodged in my shoes...maybe i'll snack alittle...but i wun feel sinful and bloated and self-conscious...i wun have to suck in my tummy...i hope it wouldn't be meat cos humans aren't even supposed to be omnivores in the first place...yes, i'll be a vegetarian...the conversations wouldn't stop...everything is just holidayish...i might not be filthy rich...but it wouldn't be ghastly stunning to splurge alittle on pampering my fragile soul...my closest friends and family would be with me...and I wouldn't be the exhibitionist bargirl i am...tending to every single table...Spice Girls would have gotten back together...and i would have been to their concerts...the harmony would be strong and sizzling and victoria's falsetto will not be drowned...maybe we would go for a short ride and end up in a supermarket...and it's freezing as usual...and i'll be in my fave pair of shorts...and we'll happily dump things into the trolley...then it's back to the rooms...where the spreads are thick and cosy...and WHITE...and there's a bananaleaf weaved basket in a corner just outside the toilet...where you throw your used towels in...my feet will be tucked comfortably underneath my pillow...and i'll flip it over to the cooler side from time to time...i don't know what's on the telly...but i'll be happily snacking on some nice fruits...maybe roseapple...

argh. get out.

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