You've called?
I was away
From my phone,
By the time I reached it,
You had hung up.
I did not return your call.
Since it's about time anyway,
That I should pretend that
It's about time
To have had deleted your number away.
So for the record,
I don't know
You've called that day.
Actually on that day,
I was in quite a disarray -
My boss spoke to me in a bad way,
I was not feeling well
And hearing from you...
Hearing you say... anything...
Might have made me give away
How I would have needed a while
to get over that you have finally called,
Especially since
It's been a while since
I've gone.
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Wood-blocked
Simon would drag his feet along the corridor, trying to peep through her window, with secret hopes of seeing her changing, or the silouhette of her changing; he usually only saw at her desk, reading, or, at best, drying her long curly hair with a towel.
It has been over half a year since he noticed her. Mum said they were there all along, having moved in over 10 years ago; it embarrassed him that he hadn't notice her earlier, but perhaps, it was because she caught his eyes now that she didn't wear school uniforms and was more attractive. More likely though, it was because he had recently reached puberty.
He wanted to know her and thought that the age gap could be a barrier to their potential relationship. Thus, he had to present his maturity to her.
He decided to pursue an interest of hers and impress her with his in-depth knowledge of the subject. He noticed that she mostly read on fluid mechanics, programming, and once, she was with a book on japanese wood-block prints. He decided that the craft of wood-block printing would be most easy to pick-up compared to the other two subjects. He didn't even know where to start with the mechanics and programmes but he knew that his school's bookshop sold materials required for wood-block printing - so at least he had a headstart in that direction.
He then studied very hard on wood-block prints: watching instructive videos on youtube and whatever, reading books and websites on the great masters, studying the wood-block art of bijinga (or portraits of beautiful women) especially those by Kunichika, and studying contemporary art of pornography.
When he thought he was ready, he set out to make a portrait of her, designing it from his imagination and his intimate knowledge of her that he gathered through his voyeuring. She and her portrait were by then, the stuff of his prayers and dreams. He would, of course, masturbate thinking about her, as well as the composition of her portrait, as he wanted to capture the spirit of his lust and admiration. He imagined her in ways that he had to vowed not to ever confess, even to her, even if they got married and had twelve grandchildren, and become bored out of their souls watching sakura wither when they are having their 50th honeymoon in Japan at seventy-ish years old - they say women's sexual peak came later.
When he was just about to start carving the wood, he realised that her relationship status on facebook went from "single" to "being in a relationship" with this bulky, new-urban-male, canoeist who looked stupid as a stump.
Simon was heart-broken especially when he realised she didn't always come home every night after getting into a relationship - she was staying over at her boyfriend's hostel - that idiot even plastered photos of their hugging and kissing on a blog of bad English. The idiot was training to be an engineer too, apparently.
Simon was so frustrated and sad that he put off his art for a long while, until he decided that taking a lover would only better prepare her body for himself. He carved her name onto his thigh and collected his bits of flesh and blood with a bottle - he suddenly thought that it would be the perfect colour of her lips for the portrait, and if diluted adequately with his cum, the perfect colour for her nipples. Then he started to collect his other bodily excreta... He would bring the portrait to her when it's completed, no doubt she would be touched by the sincerity expressed in it and agree to be with him forever. Yes, the portrait must be perfect.
The portrait must be perfect, even if it took years to complete and do-overs were necessary. It had to be absolutely perfect. Even if she moved away from his corridor, he shouldn't rush it. Anyway, he never lost sight of her - and it'd be great to pretend to be finally reunited with her - he would bump into her or something and bring her to movies and dinners, before confessing the admiration he had since he was thirteen years old. She would be touched, it would be a hollywood-romance moment - maybe Jack Neo would want to make their love story into a movie - and no it wouldn't matter that Jack Neo was involved in the sex scandals - "Simon and Lilian" would be too perfect together to let any scandal taint them, their love would be so bright that all shadows would be illuminated from everything else. No, it would be called "Lilian and Simon". Her name should come first.
Yes, "Lilian and Simon" would be perfect.
It has been over half a year since he noticed her. Mum said they were there all along, having moved in over 10 years ago; it embarrassed him that he hadn't notice her earlier, but perhaps, it was because she caught his eyes now that she didn't wear school uniforms and was more attractive. More likely though, it was because he had recently reached puberty.
He wanted to know her and thought that the age gap could be a barrier to their potential relationship. Thus, he had to present his maturity to her.
He decided to pursue an interest of hers and impress her with his in-depth knowledge of the subject. He noticed that she mostly read on fluid mechanics, programming, and once, she was with a book on japanese wood-block prints. He decided that the craft of wood-block printing would be most easy to pick-up compared to the other two subjects. He didn't even know where to start with the mechanics and programmes but he knew that his school's bookshop sold materials required for wood-block printing - so at least he had a headstart in that direction.
He then studied very hard on wood-block prints: watching instructive videos on youtube and whatever, reading books and websites on the great masters, studying the wood-block art of bijinga (or portraits of beautiful women) especially those by Kunichika, and studying contemporary art of pornography.
When he thought he was ready, he set out to make a portrait of her, designing it from his imagination and his intimate knowledge of her that he gathered through his voyeuring. She and her portrait were by then, the stuff of his prayers and dreams. He would, of course, masturbate thinking about her, as well as the composition of her portrait, as he wanted to capture the spirit of his lust and admiration. He imagined her in ways that he had to vowed not to ever confess, even to her, even if they got married and had twelve grandchildren, and become bored out of their souls watching sakura wither when they are having their 50th honeymoon in Japan at seventy-ish years old - they say women's sexual peak came later.
When he was just about to start carving the wood, he realised that her relationship status on facebook went from "single" to "being in a relationship" with this bulky, new-urban-male, canoeist who looked stupid as a stump.
Simon was heart-broken especially when he realised she didn't always come home every night after getting into a relationship - she was staying over at her boyfriend's hostel - that idiot even plastered photos of their hugging and kissing on a blog of bad English. The idiot was training to be an engineer too, apparently.
Simon was so frustrated and sad that he put off his art for a long while, until he decided that taking a lover would only better prepare her body for himself. He carved her name onto his thigh and collected his bits of flesh and blood with a bottle - he suddenly thought that it would be the perfect colour of her lips for the portrait, and if diluted adequately with his cum, the perfect colour for her nipples. Then he started to collect his other bodily excreta... He would bring the portrait to her when it's completed, no doubt she would be touched by the sincerity expressed in it and agree to be with him forever. Yes, the portrait must be perfect.
The portrait must be perfect, even if it took years to complete and do-overs were necessary. It had to be absolutely perfect. Even if she moved away from his corridor, he shouldn't rush it. Anyway, he never lost sight of her - and it'd be great to pretend to be finally reunited with her - he would bump into her or something and bring her to movies and dinners, before confessing the admiration he had since he was thirteen years old. She would be touched, it would be a hollywood-romance moment - maybe Jack Neo would want to make their love story into a movie - and no it wouldn't matter that Jack Neo was involved in the sex scandals - "Simon and Lilian" would be too perfect together to let any scandal taint them, their love would be so bright that all shadows would be illuminated from everything else. No, it would be called "Lilian and Simon". Her name should come first.
Yes, "Lilian and Simon" would be perfect.
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