ah yes, yes. the world has gone mad and people fell in love. i think it is the end of the world as we know it. and, and that boy walking down the aisle, i don't think he is real. or i don't think he's that real. he still bothers to say thanks and have dinner with his family every night. he goes with his girl he thinks suit him well. some girl he has. so i thought they've owned him and he wants to be owned. but then, there's the lure of computed games, the tempting offer to ignore the world and be wherever his fantasy is, l'histoire beau of the past, the challenging future that was thought would be achieve, the talk with the girl over some nights that was thought would mean something, the bright pink window from where i looked over at him - that keeps bugging him for its color.
ah, that's why he keeps glancing.
One Sunday at Lebuh Chulia. Penang, Malaysia. January 2010.
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