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Bitterness

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Legend has it that gods twist the fortunes of man.
‘Is this true?’ i ask thoughtfully ask myself.
Simple, yet profound things happen seemlingly out of luck, but is there a deeper reasoning to this chaos?
A wiser man would leave the questions as ones that can never be answered but
Not for a long time have I felt as I do now–full of love and deep affection,
Gentleness and expectation. Our futures are intertwined.
Other girls have come and gone, and now that you’re here Lisa,
Vainly, I wonder what this means for me…

(Unititled) Part 1

She looked him dead in his guilty eyes and smacked him across his face. She wanted those filthy eyes to fly out of their sockets and shatter against the wall opposite them. Instead, it was her eyes that felt like they would break.

He clutched his wounded cheek and checked his wounded pride and turned purposefully from her towards a door that would lead him away.

“What do you want from me?” he said bitterly with his back turned.

“The truth!” she screamed and started to sob.

Neighbors could hear the angry threats and hiccuping cries faintly through the suburban night. They turned their televisions louder, annoyed at the disturbance.

To be continued… part2 is private. IM me to read it.

Stray

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a fateful trip with us (BenXaioHai, JadedStaccato, BabaGuo, PinkyCutie, PetezMaru, and DaAznAngel).
That started from a city street,
aboard a tiny bus.

The grandpa was a homo, fobby man,
the oldest–white for sure,
Nine passengers set sail that day,
for a sixty hour tour, a sixty-hour tour…

*Brrrrrr*

The bus A/C went out of whack,
the tiny bus was cold,
If not for the jackets of the frigid crew,
their nipples would be bold; the guides’ heads would have rolled.

The ship took ground on the side of a well-traveled city street,
with Ham Sup Lo, and big head too,
the Grandma Wen, and her mom,
short PetezMaru, Pink, BabaGoo and Leney too,
here on the Canadian Tour…

I woke up with a start and a urgency in my loins. Lower back and neck pains trouble me on long trips where I have to sleep sitting up, so I wasn’t surprised at the aching I felt.

I walked to the back of the bus to relieve myself. I excused myself to my compatriots who watched me enter. “It’s an emergency I said, I’ll try to make it quick.” We were instructed only to use the bathroom in the direst of needs–I couldn’t help myself.

Entering the bathroom, I ripped off a couple squares of toilet tissue and unzipped. I unholstered my equipment, grasping it with the soft paper and began my work.

I was midway through when the bus started to break violently, throughing me back and forth against the walls of the bathroom. I was loathe to touch the walls, so at first I didn’t brace myself at all. Instead, I relied on expert aim and balance to make the mark. My efforts seemed in vain when the bus suddenly turned and stopped, throwing any steadiness I had kept away.

“Jamie, we’re here. Get off the bus.”

‘Damn!’ I said to myself. Carefully I mopped the stray beads from the walls and hurried out of the bathroom and off of the bus.

Through Time and NYC

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BenXiaoHai, SiliVTguyQT, PrincessWoohoo, Aznboi082281, my boss James, and I went to NYC today.

~7:00 AM EST
The ringing of my phone startles me awake.
“Hello?” I wearily ask.
“Wake up Jamie,” says BenXiaoHai.
“Okay okay bye,” I respond tiredly.

~8:45 AM EST
I give Vi a nod as he steps into the El. He sits next to me and I ask about AznBoi082281. He’s at home and is gonna drive to chinatown later with SiliVTguyQT. We wait for our stop with silent expectation.

~6:00 PM EST
Having gotten only a few hours of sleep the previous night, I sleep on Vi’s shoulder in the bus.

~11:30 AM EST
Having gotten only a few hours of sleep the previous night, I sleep in my seat at the restuarant where we are having dim sum.

~4:00 AM EST
Still writing a xanga entry. Hi, I’m Jamie and I am a Xangaholic.

~2:00 PM EST
“Well, if we don’t find something for Rob, let’s just buy him his ticket next time we come up,” suggests SiliVtguyQT.
“Sounds good,” I respond, “but I hope we can find something.”

~9:00 AM EST
“Hello?” Vi answers his cell phone. “Rob? Oh shit!”
“I thought we forgot someone!” I exclaim.

~4:00 PM EST
My feet are going to fall off. I hope we can find the bus stop.

~7:30 PM EST
We arrive in Chinatown and go to Sangkee for Theresse and Dean’s birthday celebration. Unfortunately we don’t feel like eating so we leave early. I write one of my long messages in Resse’s card. BenXiaoHai and I give her a present–a sign with her name painted with fish, butterflies, and insects.

~1:00 PM EST
“Can you write this for me?” I ask. I quickly form a Q and finish the line.
“Is this a u?” he asks, looking at the name.
“Yes.”

~6:30 PM EST
“What?” Quyen answers her phone.
“Hey, it’s Jamie, are you busy?” I ask.
“No, why?” she returns.
“Oh well, Vi and I were in New York and now we’re on the bus and I’m really bored,” I fib, “Where are you at?”
“Just getting off the train for home,” static garbles her words.
“Oh well, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow since I can’t really hear you,” I say with embarrassment. ‘You’re such a spaz–and a liar,’ I think to myself.

~11:26 PM EST
‘Hmmm, was that last part too much,’ I think to myself, ‘Ahhh, who cares?’