Back to Reading

Lately, I have been reading voraciously. I feel like a beggar who’d been invited to a 1000 course feast at the King’s palace – or to put it in a local context – a Singaporean at a buffet.

 

I devour the words on the page. It quite literally feels like I’m eating them, relishing the sounds, the meanings, the feelings, in my head. I read at breakneck speed and it feels like my hunger cannot be satisfied, or the food is too good to stop.

 

This is great. I’m so glad that I’m enjoying reading this much again. I didn’t enjoy, or desire it when I was at my old job.

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Morning Sex?

For many of you who know me, you might not know this one tiny fact about me – that I’m a little claustrophobic. Not a very convenient phobia to have in such a small country like Singapore.

 

I’ve spent the past couple of mornings with my face shoved up some random stranger’s armpits, or pressed up against them, and I mean that in the least sexy way possible, on my way to work.

 

This morning was no different. I spent the entire train ride with some woman’s ass humping my pelvis. Morning sex – with a complete stranger – how nice. Not. If I were to get some “action” in the morning, I would have at least liked it to be with a guy? Or with someone who at least bothered to wash her hair this morning…

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