Saturday, June 18, 2005

'In Conversation' (Fiction)

Disclaimer: Wrote this as i was waiting for my clothes to tumble-dry near midnight last week, finally i'm able to post it up, it ain't much, just some fiction that is not intended to (and if so, it's inadvertantly done) bear similarity to real persons or situations whatsoever. Hope you find this bearable.

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10 June 2005, Friday 1.18 pm, Somewhere in Penang.

"So No, you stick to your Maroon 5-O & i'll happenstance in my so-called-noise. But bear in mind, they keep using 'em rabbits in those defecating jokes in the animal kingdom. & anyways this table next to ours is just reeking in their happenstance, flooring one another in their enthusiasm during their, um, i suppose mid-day meal break. It's tragedy, really".

"Also, he has a dead-li look in him. Though he'll never calculate his was out outta thick and hairy atmospheres".

"& since he's drifted down here on this plain part of an island, he's alrite i figure. 2 teaspoons of Milo and sugar a day, but otherwise he's dandy".

"The polls during night time television here is just so irrelavant, Myvi or Savvy. But anyways that'll only happenstance at midnight tonite. Back to our lunch-boi here. Return by request".

"I'll just have to keep my eyes on him. Let's see that he doesn't waver lest he gets waived. We do have our expectations set pretty high on him don't we? Hey, are you feeling a tinge wee insulted on my stands in music? C'mon you're no wood in the mud. Last few thousands of years you weren't even close to acting all current fad".

"Neither".

"O so now yer opening up your trap audibly?, in relativity to what is this 'neither'?".

"Cars".

"Let's not stray off-topic, though that's what you'd desire me to do, 'k? And stop grinning like that!, your face doesn't portray 'em hideous molars and whateva well".

"One fine day, Mime, he'll be mine".

"Visualise that and square root the chances of that happenstance-ing by 9, he deserves higher things: Real Truth".

Oblong smiles or at least he tries to.

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