scent of a woman....
glamorous....
one word says it all for me, stunning with panache, wonderful, undoubtedly attractive, captivating. whoo ahh...
well some man can only dream like me. speaking of which for the past couple of weeks i've been having the same dream. a repeating dream, every night. i get off the bus infront of this place in town. right infront of jessops and jjb sport, wait till the bus moves away, cross the street...BOOM! i get hit by another bus, a double decked first leeds bus. day by day, something new gets revealed, day by day something new i see, something new i discover. wish somethimes it was real, unfortunately not. two nights back it got scary. the feeling it really might happen the next day. so real it scared my piss out but nope, still didn't happen, thanks the heavens, or should i? i saw two things this past week, one the bus plates, it was WJK 3817, bloody KL plates in leeds, UK. second the bus driver Mr. Ricardo Ang, driving while talking on the hanphone. do i really need two scorpios running me down? wonder who he was talking to? wander why he's driving the bus instead of....
well anyways since i'm still alive and not liking it, might as well do the one thing i love doing. watching al pacino at his best, yes sir, i watched it again. this time with an audience, at mohan's place. i hope they enjoyed the movie as much as i did, whoooo ahhh. as he smiles at the teacher and walks away, describing her to charlie, al pacino gives this smile, honestly i've never seen a more good looking aged man. ever wonder how you'd look when you turn 50? imagine me with grey hair and wrinkles. sexxxxyyy....
aaarrrgghh, still losing my mind but what the hell. it's 2am, i have to get to work at 5am, darn it. shit ain't it, yeah well welcome to my life, up close and smelly.
smell me later...
one word says it all for me, stunning with panache, wonderful, undoubtedly attractive, captivating. whoo ahh...
well some man can only dream like me. speaking of which for the past couple of weeks i've been having the same dream. a repeating dream, every night. i get off the bus infront of this place in town. right infront of jessops and jjb sport, wait till the bus moves away, cross the street...BOOM! i get hit by another bus, a double decked first leeds bus. day by day, something new gets revealed, day by day something new i see, something new i discover. wish somethimes it was real, unfortunately not. two nights back it got scary. the feeling it really might happen the next day. so real it scared my piss out but nope, still didn't happen, thanks the heavens, or should i? i saw two things this past week, one the bus plates, it was WJK 3817, bloody KL plates in leeds, UK. second the bus driver Mr. Ricardo Ang, driving while talking on the hanphone. do i really need two scorpios running me down? wonder who he was talking to? wander why he's driving the bus instead of....
well anyways since i'm still alive and not liking it, might as well do the one thing i love doing. watching al pacino at his best, yes sir, i watched it again. this time with an audience, at mohan's place. i hope they enjoyed the movie as much as i did, whoooo ahhh. as he smiles at the teacher and walks away, describing her to charlie, al pacino gives this smile, honestly i've never seen a more good looking aged man. ever wonder how you'd look when you turn 50? imagine me with grey hair and wrinkles. sexxxxyyy....
aaarrrgghh, still losing my mind but what the hell. it's 2am, i have to get to work at 5am, darn it. shit ain't it, yeah well welcome to my life, up close and smelly.
smell me later...
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