reminiscence the past they said, as the boondocks of memory screams in violence to be recollected.
i browsed through February entries and surprise myself of my own writing titled Vaginal Gym. Ayol said i am good when it comes to erotic writings but that February post wasn't meant to be erotic. originally i plan to make it a semi-serious, semi-sexy drama but it turn out to be semi-erotic blasphemy.
yesterday i met a girl. she said i am just another rebina kids. her assumption made me want to investigate her skewed perspective of me.
good lord. i hate tv and radio, they cry all the time.