Violet Hair.
I have never seen one in a human being’s head before. Not in person, that is. Is he Japanese? Doesn’t look like one. Somebody FROM
OK, he’s stopping. He sees me. What to do. What to do. “Yo, you from
Nihonjin desu ka eh… Is that how you REALLY say it? Was it really ‘nihon’? Or maybe it was ‘niPPon’? Which one. Which one.
“Yo. You. From where?” Ugh.
“Nakkashne thomo. Hah lenkash holetah.”
Perfect. Well, at least I know he’s NOT from
Wait. *looks around*
Where AM I?
Shit. I smell barbeque-ish shit all over the room. I looked at the half opened door of the bathroom and automatically groaned. I’m late again.
Papa poops at exactly 6:50 in the morning. I do not know why or how but he never misses to do so. Ever. I remember him telling me that I should always make it a habit to poop at a particular time of the day. And if I can, make it at an exact time. Like his 6:50 habit. Oh yes, it IS possible, he says matter-of-factly. Our body can make precise adjustments. It’s all in ‘the mind’ (‘the mind’ is said with a low mysterious tone).
I think it’s troublesome big time. Say I train myself to defecate at a particular time and succeed in doing so. What happens if something comes up at that exact time? Lumpy accidents then? And say I suddenly move to another country? Which time will my pooping time follow? Here or that of my new country? Too troublesome I tell you.
But I usually poop at around 6:55am anyway. Woot. After so, I take a bath.
My brother complains that I spend way too much time in the bathroom and come out not so clean anyway. I always want to shove the soap up his piehole whenever he mentions that. What a brat. Doesn’t he know I do more than taking the usual bath in the bathroom?
And no, I don’t do anything naughty. You wish.
Ok, so it usually takes me 45 minutes to take a bath. But I don’t spend all those time scrubbing myself. Good Lord, I don’t. Wouldn’t your skin come off if you did that? Sheesh. No, 15 minutes is allotted for sitting in the T-bowl. 20 minutes just standing there naked and thinking of random stuffs. 2 minutes waiting for the pail to be full (NO, I do not use the shower. I always get surprised on the first drops of water hitting my skin. And I hate surprises.) 2 minutes and 30 seconds for some quick pre-bath stretching. 30 minutes admiring the water overflowing the pail. Then finally, 5 minutes for shampooing and scrubbing myself.
I always have a ‘thought for the day’ and most of the time, I would start thinking them during my 20 minutes of nakedness in the bathroom. My thought for the day subjects were boundless. It could be about anything, from the mundane ones (eg. the length of the nails of my fourth finger) to more sophisticated philosophical musings (eg. the origin of idealism and its manifestation in the real world – ohyeahi’msosmartdieinenvynowDIE). And today was no different.
I had the perfect subject for my naked session. He had been invading my dreams for quite some time now. For the past few nights, I keep on seeing him and it’s always the same thing. Only that the dream feels like it’s happening on different days. Like I’m seeing him in the same circumstances only on different days. His face was a blur during the early dreams but last night was completely different. This time around I could clearly see his face.
And that violet hair.
Just thinking of him makes my heart go *ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump* like it has never *ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump*ed before.
Too bad I can’t today. I curse as I hurriedly stripped myself off of my PJs and turned the shower on. 6:58. Damn, I’m late.
(…to be continued)
2 comments:
ebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaambabiiiiiiii o_o i will keep tuned. so interesting lah...
Stare some more at naked body...@3@b I'm kidding!X3 More more more! (Gotta ask you something..o.o)
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