Martha: I like that guy, he seems clean.
Jeremy: which one?
Martha: The one with the blond hair...
Jeremy: Gross!!
Martha: He's so HOT.
Jeremy: Well, in my list, he is so not...
Martha: Your LIST????
Jeremy lowered his head to where the glass of cool Latte was and started slurping.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Jeremy Swan
Less that I know, that Jeremy, could be one of the most important part of my life. It revolves around him. When it comes to that, no other people could knock some senses into my head. Yes, it is the way it is that keeps the sanity to achieve what ever I needs in life. Almost there, he is the voice in my head that keeps pushing me to the limits like a nagging mother or a nagging girlfriend or even a nagging neighbour. And he, is the reason why I kept on going the path I less likely to walk but walking it with the confidence of some other being.
Jeremy, a tall young guy by appearance, with great mesmerizing effect on certain people on certain cycle of the moon. When it is about waxing time, he charms people effortlessly. He is that flamboyant guy one would double take on the street. He seems perfect - but the fact that, he is without weight, he is just an appearance as a facade of the true colour of the beholder. He is considered cute, attitude and physical wise and more than that people tend to say that he has such a heart that makes people feel warm and loved and cared for.
Never in my life would I considered this thin guy would make such an impact towards my life and soon enough, I realized, that he did, does and will always do. That for sure is something I would never deny my whole life through.
Love,
Martha Moore
Jeremy, a tall young guy by appearance, with great mesmerizing effect on certain people on certain cycle of the moon. When it is about waxing time, he charms people effortlessly. He is that flamboyant guy one would double take on the street. He seems perfect - but the fact that, he is without weight, he is just an appearance as a facade of the true colour of the beholder. He is considered cute, attitude and physical wise and more than that people tend to say that he has such a heart that makes people feel warm and loved and cared for.
Never in my life would I considered this thin guy would make such an impact towards my life and soon enough, I realized, that he did, does and will always do. That for sure is something I would never deny my whole life through.
Love,
Martha Moore
Friday, April 23, 2010
Martha By Jeremy Swan
She hallucinates. Believe me you, she hallucinates well. The way she sees things around her is sometimes so out of line. When I say its out of the line, or lines for that matter, its bizarre to an extend where a small meeting group can actually turn out to be a full force battalion in a battle field. Yes, she always feel smaller than the rest of the troops in the battlefield but than again, she's there for a purpose.
When it comes to Martha Moore, the most important part in her life is non other than sex. With that in mind, Vagina is her greatest possession she has ever born with to a world of escapism where she can be at peace and no symbolism needed. You read that right. Her life is full of symbolism. She tends to search for symbolism in her everyday life. The tree, the air, everything around her is trying to portray something towards the drama in her life. Of course, being delusive and pretty much connected to the symbolism, there's cost at stakes. Yes, plural of stake.
She thinks that she sacrifices a lot and sometimes she feels that those sacrifices are not countable by judgment or how it is perceived by other people around her - sad, morbid and detestably. So, she tries to find balance in her own world to substantiates what she is lacking of by the emphasizing the drama itself. It feels good to feed her ego, she feels the attention by others and keep it there as long as it is relevant to her life. It occurs to her by getting the attention, she would be more than happy to share it with the world. And when it comes to that, there are no boundaries set to limits her attention to people around her.
She is like a snake herself. Slimy and sometimes scary. She likes it that way. People think she's like that but then again, she is just not. Its a facade to hide her real emotions, troubles and thoughts.
Before long, she was interrupted and realized that this ain't battle field and the best part, she was with this 5 amazing women who is trying hard to buck her up from slacking all the time - and she knows that they love her, they love her and try to teach her something that there is something more in life rather than what she thinks or imagines in the real world. She can say for sure now, she is back to the battle field full force with a Kongsberg Gruppen rifle with lots and lots of bullet trying hard to buck up in the battlefield. She IS the delegation of hope, not to many seemingly but to her own self.
Love,
Jeremy Swan.
When it comes to Martha Moore, the most important part in her life is non other than sex. With that in mind, Vagina is her greatest possession she has ever born with to a world of escapism where she can be at peace and no symbolism needed. You read that right. Her life is full of symbolism. She tends to search for symbolism in her everyday life. The tree, the air, everything around her is trying to portray something towards the drama in her life. Of course, being delusive and pretty much connected to the symbolism, there's cost at stakes. Yes, plural of stake.
She thinks that she sacrifices a lot and sometimes she feels that those sacrifices are not countable by judgment or how it is perceived by other people around her - sad, morbid and detestably. So, she tries to find balance in her own world to substantiates what she is lacking of by the emphasizing the drama itself. It feels good to feed her ego, she feels the attention by others and keep it there as long as it is relevant to her life. It occurs to her by getting the attention, she would be more than happy to share it with the world. And when it comes to that, there are no boundaries set to limits her attention to people around her.
She is like a snake herself. Slimy and sometimes scary. She likes it that way. People think she's like that but then again, she is just not. Its a facade to hide her real emotions, troubles and thoughts.
Before long, she was interrupted and realized that this ain't battle field and the best part, she was with this 5 amazing women who is trying hard to buck her up from slacking all the time - and she knows that they love her, they love her and try to teach her something that there is something more in life rather than what she thinks or imagines in the real world. She can say for sure now, she is back to the battle field full force with a Kongsberg Gruppen rifle with lots and lots of bullet trying hard to buck up in the battlefield. She IS the delegation of hope, not to many seemingly but to her own self.
Love,
Jeremy Swan.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
November 7 - Football Match
CHENTA: Kalau kelantan menang awak kene belanje saye makan, kalau Negeri Sembilan menang, saye belanje awak makan k?
30 minit kemudian
SAYANG: dah 2 - 0 dah nie yang. macam mane neh?ader org kene belanje saye laa nampak gayenye... hehehe...
CHENTA: Hmmmmm.....
Game pown abes
CHENTA: Kelantan kalah
SAYANG: Jadik
CHENTA: Kene belanje (mode: marah)
SAYANG: Tak yah pown tak per...
CHENTA: Janji tetap janji, janji mesti dikota....
SAYANG: (mode: terkejot) Pergghhh!!!
30 minit kemudian
SAYANG: dah 2 - 0 dah nie yang. macam mane neh?ader org kene belanje saye laa nampak gayenye... hehehe...
CHENTA: Hmmmmm.....
Game pown abes
CHENTA: Kelantan kalah
SAYANG: Jadik
CHENTA: Kene belanje (mode: marah)
SAYANG: Tak yah pown tak per...
CHENTA: Janji tetap janji, janji mesti dikota....
SAYANG: (mode: terkejot) Pergghhh!!!
Under the Pink Umbrella
Martha trotted down the pavement, wet by the rain. She trotted with her beige overcoat, knee-length, her hands covered with white glove, the left one safely tugged in the pocket while the other one was holding a cup of coffee. Her black Channel handbag on her right shoulder caught anyone's attention. She let her hair wet into shades of blonds - but not too wet. She has five more minutes walking the pavements before she reached home.
As she was enjoying the tiny drops of rain on her head, face and shoulder, her eyes were caught by a sight across the street, right in front of the convenient store - a couple was kissing passionately under a pink umbrella, a bouquet of red roses in the girl's arm, held as if it is being protected with all her might to not letting it go. They broke off the kiss, the man smiled and looked into her eyes. At that exact moment she felt something. The enjoyment being caressed by the rain seemed to fade away as fast as the water moving lower than the edge of where she's standing into the drainage system right underneath her.
The enjoyment were being replaced by this warmth in between her breasts. It started out as small as the size of the penny but as she absorbed the sight in front of her, it grew bigger and she could feel the warmth traveled in her veins, making her warm - the whole body, instantly. She felt the hot flush on her cheeks, and her lips started to twitch before forming a smile - the type of smile that has long forgotten by her. And without a reason, tears filled the lids.
As the young couple began to walk - the man's left hand on her back and her head on his left shoulder under the pink umbrella - Martha wiped the tears that couldn't be differentiated from the rain. It's not a bad kind of tears nor a sad kind too. Its more of realization of what she has forgotten and the fact that she still can feel that tremendous and more-than-life-type-of-sensation-feeling again, she knows that its not the end of the world.
Love
Martha Moore.
As she was enjoying the tiny drops of rain on her head, face and shoulder, her eyes were caught by a sight across the street, right in front of the convenient store - a couple was kissing passionately under a pink umbrella, a bouquet of red roses in the girl's arm, held as if it is being protected with all her might to not letting it go. They broke off the kiss, the man smiled and looked into her eyes. At that exact moment she felt something. The enjoyment being caressed by the rain seemed to fade away as fast as the water moving lower than the edge of where she's standing into the drainage system right underneath her.
The enjoyment were being replaced by this warmth in between her breasts. It started out as small as the size of the penny but as she absorbed the sight in front of her, it grew bigger and she could feel the warmth traveled in her veins, making her warm - the whole body, instantly. She felt the hot flush on her cheeks, and her lips started to twitch before forming a smile - the type of smile that has long forgotten by her. And without a reason, tears filled the lids.
As the young couple began to walk - the man's left hand on her back and her head on his left shoulder under the pink umbrella - Martha wiped the tears that couldn't be differentiated from the rain. It's not a bad kind of tears nor a sad kind too. Its more of realization of what she has forgotten and the fact that she still can feel that tremendous and more-than-life-type-of-sensation-feeling again, she knows that its not the end of the world.
Love
Martha Moore.
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