I'm In Love

I'm in love with:
Pablo, Sonny, Kim, Rascal, Buddy, Jeffrey, Thom, Lucas, Desstroit, Ben, Kun Yo Goong, Martin, Dale, Garrick, Long Pete, and Peter.

I'm in love and i'm in love with them all.

And:
Pablo, Jeffrey, Ben, Dale, and Long Pete are in love with me too.

hihi. I bet you don't really like me.

My Favorite Park

Hello. My name is May.
I have one secret spot in this world. It's My Favorite Park.
My Favorite Park has 2 clouds, they are My Favorite Red and My Favorite Pink.
And also My Favorite Park has one colony of 9 grass, it is My Favorite Grass Colony.

When I'm feeling gloomy and crying out is a must, I just go to My Favorite Park and talk to them.

The 2 clouds usually pour down some rain to camouflage my tears.
And also the grass usually drink up my tears so it's not that useless.

I really love My Favorite Park and always be my secret spot.

Candy Hairdo Day

Dorin went to a salon called "Treat & Sweet".
The hairdresser asked her. "What do you want your hair to look like?"
Dorin thought for a while. She was really boyish, she never brushed her hair, she never put any make up on her face, and she never got any serious boyfriends. Maybe all these years, her triangle curly hair have been the worst part of all.

"I want to be the sweetest girl on earth," Dorin answered with a serious face. "Just do my hair anything you want."

The hairdresses started to work her job also with her serious face. Around an hour later, the hairdresser clapped her sweaty hands once. "It's served, Dear. Now you can pay the bills and be the sweetest girl on earth."

Then Dorin looked at herself through the honest mirror in front of her. "Wow..you make my hair like a candy!"

Her hair was now neatly made into white & yellow stripes, totally like a lollipop. The cutting was also edgy, and she gave it a lick to some part of it. "Hmm!! Yummy! Absolute sweet!"

The hairdresser nodded. "Yes, it's caramel, cherry, and honey. Your hair is now a real candy of lollipoppa. Beware of ants and bees. You're the sweetest girl on earth. You got some hair with 80 grams of sugars. And if your nephew cried out for some sugary lick, your hair is all hers."

Dorin smiled happily and paid the bills. Her hair was as sweet as caramel as cherry as honey as "Treat & Sweet" hairdo.

Unfriendly Bikini

There was this one girl named Jessica who couldn't swim. She wanted to be a fish, but she couldn't swim. She wanted to see real corals in real ocean, but she couldn't swim. She wanted to make bulbs all over the water, but she couldn't swim.

Then her big sister, Norah, gave her the most useless thing to be given for Jess. It's a pair of green striped bikini. The top looked more like an aerobic suit. Jess really loved the bikinis she almost cried.

"Norah, I really love the bikini. Where did you buy it?" Jess asked with a happy smile. Her lips became wider and wider like a dolphin.
Norah smiled back. "From a department store. Wear it and give it some move okay. Learn how to swim."

Then Jess put it on to her body, half her feelings were happy, and some other half were a bit scared. Water was her most favorite element in this living community, but she never even tried once to swim.

"Oh, the bikini looks perfect on me," Jess said inside her heart as she stared her own reflection in the mirror. "I've gotta swim like right now," she convinced herself, again inside her heart. Beating heart.

Three hours later Jess was already standing stiff in front of a public lake near her house. "This is the time," she said, this time with her voice singing in the air. "This is the time!"

One, two, three.
Jess was still standing stiff.
Four, five, six.
Jess hasn't moved a bit.
Seven, eight, nine.
Her legs were trembling.
Ten.
Jess was moving. Moving back to her house.

For this case, Jess asked for an apology, that she couldn't make this story feels tasty for you. Jess felt bad and never wanted to make you disappointed anymore. Would you forgive her for being so coward and weak for something that she loved so much? Some people indeed don't know how to sacrifice themselves for the things they love, and it's totally no big deal. Time never stops for the next jump.

Fin & 32 Good Friends

In that sunny day, not friendly sunny, but more like killing sunny, the appearance of unfriendly guy like Fin is not everyone's pleasure. Not even to that desprerate beggar lying on the ground right under the shadow of that unfriendly guy Fin.

Maybe it's none of other human business, but Fin has this serious problem which makes him better-be-deleted-than-never person. Thank god you don't even know who Fin is. Or maybe it's just getting better when Fin doesn't even know YOU.

The problem is, he has too many good friends, you know..not that kind of good. It's not good friends like best friends or closest friends....it's good friends like friends with good GPAs, good salaries, good lovers, good families, good health, good cars, and also good teeth.

While Fin himself is no good at all in those goodie things he see in his friends.

Fin has 32 friends in this world. They're all the same. They're all the same fucking good. God loves them so.
Even my old folks have never been this agreed that all of my friends are fucking good. Jeff, Brenda, Veronica, that rich Kyle, Chester, Duein, Joe, the young & successful Victor Kingsweep, and everyone on my phone list....

Fin took a deep breath. Now he was standing alone on the street, he looked at the world with full of jealousy. His eyes were flickering behind his old glasses.

"Sir, you're blocking my space. People can't see me, how am I supposed to get some money? Not even you standing here give me a bug." Suddenly the beggar spoke to Fin from the view of Fin's feet.

Fin looked down. "Shut up. But how if you become my friend?"

The beggar didn't feel interested. "What a freak."

Fin just shrugged. "What's your name? I"m Fin."

The beggar was now counting his pennies inside his dirty paper coffee cup. "I'm Fuck."

Fin shook his hand with happiness. "Thanks, Fuck. You save my life. Now I have 33 friends, and not all of them are too good anymore."

Fuck could only shook his hand back. "Yes, you're right. Now I have 3 friends and none of them are good. Fuck me."

What a sunny day with Fin & Fuck eh. Don't mind them. Thank god you don't even know who Fin or Fuck are, and yes thank god they don't even know YOU.

My Bloody Faggot

It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.
It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.
It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.

Oh my guy.

Sean Hunt kept writing on his pink zebra-printed notebook, while his quarter-left cranberry milkshake standing next to his Bottega turtle-skin clutch bag on the righter side.
Sitting alone on a coffee shop, is Sean's full-time job, and selling fake branded bags, is his part-time job.

Shit, here comes Sara again popping inside my rotten mind, he spoke to himself in terrible whisper.
There was this one lady, very highly-educated, with highly-maintenanced red hair, and oh my guy I always adore her Prada sunglasses.
Anyways, she's my very loyal customer. She kept buying my bags without her Phd brain. Oh my guy please she spent most of her money...to me! Exactly to my fake branded bags, whether she will wear or give them to some third brand maniacs I don't so care.
Then then then... she confessed. She liked me, she's in love with me. Oh my birdie guy!

"Sara," Sean told her. Yes this lady was the one named Sara. "Sara oh my dear Sara."
"Stop calling me OH MY DEAR SHIT just like you call every one of your customers! Sean, I'm sorry... but I don't like those ladies keep buying your bags. I'm jealous. Sean, I'm in love with you."
Sean laughed so hard, almost cried. "Sara, you know I'm a gay."
"Oh my bloody faggot, Sean. I know that and I don't know why but I'm still in love with you. Can't you help me out, Sean?"
"Sara, maybe you should stop buying my bags and move on."
"Damn of your bags, Sean, I don't care, I buy it just to meet you, and even I never take it out from my baggage."
(So she didn't even give it to the third brand maniacs)

In no longer than twenty seconds, Sara's face now was full of cranberry milkshake. Her red hair was blended into purplish color.
Her red lips were lost in sight.
And thank god she wasn't wearing her Prada sunglasses today.

Sean put his glass of cranberry milkshake back onto the table, with his satisfaction smile, and random feelings.

Sara was screaming pretty hysterically. "You are bloody faggot!" And she gone.

Sean only shook his head. "Oh my guy. Women nowadays."
Then he took out his zebra-printed notebook from his Zegna leather office bag and started writing.

It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.
It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.
It's not my fault if Sara fell in love with me.

Holyloeyah & Her Magic Milk

Hi..i'm Holyloeyah. just call me H O L Y. and don't spell it H O L L Y

I used to be reallllly fat. Like..you know... frog.
Then I got so depressed...and I started to drink milk like a crazy puppy. I couldn't even stop it. gulp..gulp...and gulp...and yet I just want another glass of milk pleAse HURRY UP!!!

I thought I was going to be like the worst frog on the field.
then suddenly... miracle happened.
I got thinner...and thinner..and it just curved to the sexiest line.
And my boops were pretty shaped too. Baby whats going on..

But I don't care... who knows that the god of milk loves me, and he bless me with his magic milk...

Holyboops. Holyloeyah!

Lonely Ross

Hey..maybe it's only you who wants to read something about me.
Seriously, I have no friends. Not that much, but at least I have these 2 freak bestbuds (Yo Chen and Billy). They are vegetarians and sorry to tell you this but please don't puke up because they actually make this funny cream soup with their hair. Thank god supermarket has imitated meat, so they put it up together and honestly it's not bad at all.
I think I'll just write about something else.

My name is Ross, I'm a sensitive male, I like women, I don't hate gay, and I really want to have normal friends.
I am that kind of boy who knows a lot about surfing, gardening, and....believe it or not.. shopping... yes, shopping.
I can walk you along the street just to help you choose one pair of stilleto.
I won't get bored to see you stopping by at every store.

My body fragrance is vanilla, well just to convince that you're safe and cool with me.