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what a waste of time.

poems im workin on
"I wished i was an angel"
"no child of mine"
"skin"

anyways, here goes chapter one of "day dreams and noir nights". Or "the narrator". these are working titles.

"It starts with the end. Always does doesnt it. and this time was no different. no different from the last Damien's dad kicked him out of the house for breaking the curfew. no different from the last time both of them were reeking of alcohol and getting pissed at each other. no fucking different. no fucking different from each other. not that damien was one to deny that.
'but fuck man. ive got fucking school tomorrow. and whats he want me to do? go late? or really early, in my home clothes, wet from the dumbass rain. bullshit.'
and oh how right he felt. Absolut has a funny way of making you feel like that. How so damn right you are. so right then, Damien took the first bus he saw (incidentally the last bus in service) down to ang mo kio to spend the night at his friend, Sean's place. And thats the way this dreamy tale of teen angst, teen confusion, the meaning of life and all that jazz, goes.


It was raining in Pasir Ris but the remaining monsoon that watered the east seemed to have spared Ang Mo Kio from the wash. The lucky SBS which Damien caught was about as empty as the seats of Phua Chu Kang the musical; which doesnt mean it was totally empty: just the people who DID get on, were either there by accident or were people you dont bother about very much in your day to day life.
the nobodies. the side cast. fillers and extras making our scenes and moments in public feel less important, and distracting us from the truth: that everyone out there is actually soley interested in us. and aint that the real truth, huh? thats right. we know it. dont act like we dont. cause in this sad boring world of yours, all that matters is me, me, me. 16-fucking-acne-faced-yar-old-me. id pull a somesault, or talk to myself relatively loudy in public, as i buy my sunday morning prata, to confrim my theory. but that would be too much effort really. why bother when we already know the higher truth.


The seats were fresh-torn from punks ten rides ago, and Damien was nicely settled in. his legs pressed hard, folded, against the chair in front of his, dangling in front of him, feets off the ground. his back slouched so low down, it was where his ass should have been. he knew he was gonna get pins and needles sitting that way, but he wasnt gonna budge anytime soon. hell no. it was cool dammit. not that he needed anyone to tell him what cool was. cause if they did, they wont be too cool of him, see. but he understood what was cool. Cool FM, psychic airwaves fed him and played into his ear drum 24/7. cool vibes from cool people. That and his brother's decade old CD player. too old to be cool. too new to be retro. and that was cool too. damn.


"Oi, Sean. you awake. hey listen man.. haha. ehh. i need sorta like a favour. no i dont wanna get laid. fuck you man! im serious. hey listen, listen.. see the thing is. i cant go home. yeaa, my dad wont let me. yeaa. fuck you la, just hear me out. oi! no no... yea.. so anyways, i just wanna ask, is it okay if i stay the night? yes yes, ill be good. i wont do anything naughty. dude, your talking to me here. Damien. Day-Me-ern. Gaaah! dont be an asshole! please man, ple... Whoo! yes, i know. i know. your the man. totally. kay ill be there in half an hour kay. yea yea. your the man. thanks bro, thanks. kay ill see ya there. thanks!"

Sean really was a bastard, you could say. For starters he bastardized his own name. Lim Chow Sean, pronounced 'Lim' 'Chow' and 'Sien' pronounced the way that would make any 40-something year old aunty beam with pride suddenly became "Shawn" overnight. Not that he got away with it easily. "shawn chow shawn", "chow shawn" and "Lim Peh" were the names and price he had to pay for his trechery. But we all get niknames dont we. Just dont try and get a nikname for yourself. cause no matter what ur real name is, or what you choose your nikname to be, naming urself...no...thats just lame. and you dont want to be lame now, do you?..."


Kay thats enough of a sneak peak for you all. not too sure im happy with this start though. have a few more ideas i wanna try. a few more starting scenes or starting lines. hmmms. comments comments, please. wont be offended. unless you accuse me of copying someone else. then im afraid ill have to slap you. yeaps.


kays im off. going hiking later at 8. bleah!