Friday, July 28, 2006
will the real ching chong chiang please stand up?
it is not in my nature to eavesdrop. but in an enclosed public area like the bus, i don't govern my senses. and especially distracting when the conversationalist sounded constipated as if processing a mental grammatical check before articulating her thoughts."you first time in this semester?"
"my landlady? yes, she is(a) kind, her son likes to come when we talking"
"so we cannot talk, but she is kind, she is kind."
the apparent chinese provincial accent made eavesdropping so difficult i gave up. i stole a glance at them before alighting, oh, and it reminded me of chia's tok tok chiang chinese londoners, except not in hollywood oriental fashion. i rather have them speaking mandarin/provincial dialects, it might save them from unnecessary sexual referencing and embarrassment.
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how could a grown man derive such pleasure in twirling and tying deadly knots with bolster-strings...
fuck at 1:15 PM