This is for Vanessa. This isn't a funny entry. So don't laugh. Don't even smile. Because I told you on the night we first met, 'I am not stable'. Your parents went to bed early. Too old to give a fuck about something so banal like New Year's Day. My brain was 80% empty when I said okay. You smiled at me and took your clothes off, and then mine. I struggled against our heavy breath like a drowning child at the deep end of...

All your possessions aren't really yours to begin with. It's all rental. a personal heirloom of some sort, your fingerprints the only remnants of your presence, your adventures the fables of your life. She's/he's perfect. clean, untainted, like a blank canvas before society smears 99 shades of shit all over it.Poincare recurrence theorem, all systems go, reincarnation. Poof, Vamos, you're a cat, a perfectly propagated bla...

Zubaidah was only 14 the first time she was laid. There was no emotion, just placid motions of the old in out, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin. It was all business. She hung around with the hoodrats and drug peddlers of Tiong Bahru, talking in adult tones, way too vulgar for a girl her age. With nothing else to do, they sat around, shot marbles and complained about life. A man would come up to her, name...