Fucking Flies Duet

Today is one of those days where I have nothing to complain about and am just feeling general complacency. Not an ounce of immediate worry to tend to, many funny moments to reflect upon and many many things to look forward to. 🙂 I know these feelings won’t last but it’s nice to bask in the moment. 🙂

I’ll be home this weekend! Chee Kiang will be back as well and I’ll make him watch Hairspray with me. My dad also gave me the green light to buy myself the latest iPod nano. See? Things to look forward to. It’s also my Aunt’s birthday. Which sadly, falls on the day of my grandparents’ death anniversary.

As for funny moments, I even have a poem to go along with it. We went to a nearby backwater town called Bedong and had our lunch there. A rather unusual place but oh so rustic! We ate at a quaint(a nicer way of saying dirty) stall and ordered many plates of Wa Tan Hor. At one point, Nien was horrified as there were two flies in her plate, rolling around. She shouted and took her chopsticks and started to flick the flies off her plate.

I stared at it and put one plus one together and gasped, “Fucking ar the flies?!?”

Nien was like, “Yala and then!”

Oh how we laughed! We could even take a piece of tissue paper to pick the flies up. I suppose they were too heavy because of the gravy on their bodies. But Zhu Zen came up with a better explanation, “I think they’re weak already!” To which we all stared at her wide eyed before bursting into peals of laughter as she’s supposed to be like the most innocent person on Earth that type.

Since everything happened too fast, I didn’t even think about taking my camera out. But no worries, I made an illustration of the scenario during the very boring Medicine lecture.(it was Microbiology all over again *yawn*). Brenda and I even got very inspired and co-wrote a poem together aptly titled “Fucking Flies”. But since it has a female perspective and a male perspective, I shall call it, “Fucking Flies Duet”. I penned the innocent and naive female part while Brenda wrote the bastard guy fly part. Heh.

That’s Nien and a magnified version of the hot and steamy action that was going on on her plate. Heheh.

And here’s the poem, please enjoy! The first two lines are of the female’s perspective and the second two, the male’s.. and alternate lah!

Fucking Flies Duet

Flying high, buzzing sly,
The call of a testosterone laden cry.

Scanning from the sky for a mate,
Saw one near a dinner plate, must be fate!

Beautiful wings, flapping fast,
Satiating an insectual lust.

My genitals are starting to quiver,
I can see her beaver shiver,

His handsome eyes, a million to one,
In each and every, the reflecting sun.

Her uncountable eyes staring at me with such passion,
I am sure I can overlook her lousy fashion.

As we descend on to the sticky mass,
His black shiny body on me he press,

As I start moving into rhythm,
Something began to obstruct my momentum.

We were dancing and tumbling,
And then I felt us slowly parting.

It was a great big blue stick,
That started to make me feel sick.

The stick dragged me away from him,
Through the gravy I tried to swim.

There was so much slime sticking to her body,
Not any of those were mine sadly.

It was too soon, I wanted more,
Our short lived romance on Wa Tan Hor.

Not bad leh! Go visit Brenda’s blog for her take on it.

I’ve got tons of photos to update about. Yeah, so what’s new. Will probably put it up tomorrow! And also answer all the comments in the previous posts tomorrow. Don’t know why I’m feeling so drained. It’s 3am and I can hardly stay awake. I used to be able to keep awake till 8 am!! 🙁