as rei once said, e mango.

women at a sale are scary. the rabid glimmer in their eyes as they reach for a particular piece of fabric, possibly the last. one that their lives could possibly depend on. and there are the sale attires - a tight fitting top that any other top could be nicely slipped over. a short skirt that would not get in the way of tugging pants/capris/other skirts upwards and then flouncing the original short skirt upwards as they examine themselves critically in the mirror.

that mad glimmer.

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in other news, bangkok was rather well, rather bangkok, in that sense, since i was only there this april. other than shopping, sniffing the awful and weird combination of scents that emerge when ditchwater flows into a choked drain, pigging out on cheap steamboats, cheaper ice cream (think swensons in thailand) and being enthralled by the range of good sold at roadsides on thin shreds of cloth, on pushcarts and the like, i also met a stranger in a blue polo tee on an overhead bridge connecting somewhere between the world trade centre and the big c shopping centre, while buying short gym shorts.
i was led to think of tokyo and long flights, hot coffee being served on trays, pushed by attendants, lying suppine on the aeroplane seats and having a blanket placed gently on me and i strap on my seat belt. i dream of plans that take place after the plane lands. i dream of a place and a time that exists in a different plane of time, literally.

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it has been a week since i sat alone and watched the words absolut and the lights gyrating on their own, coloured spirals fill the air, sail gently through the air and finally land on the walls, casting their lovely shades against the walls for a while before they dissipate into separate colours, ceasing to exist once more for that moment, in that form.

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he is away for 2 weeks and will return on christmas eve, how apt?
he just got back from abroad and is now back here to stay, telling me so at 4am in the morning. i wonder if you've changed over the year.
he gave me dark chocolates with a cherry centre containing brandy. not likely to get me drunk though.
he never calls again, presumbly miffed by the brush off.

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popiah tomorrow. how nice.