Thursday, October 14, 2010

Calories & Heart Attack

Amidst the dimmed lights of the food court, tables and chairs arranged like uniform dominoes, walking Dolls paraded in scantily dresses, exposing their voluptuous body that seem to void housewives overweight, bitter, sour perceptions towards "After Married" life. A reminder of what "they" used to be, it's a no brainer that their husbands throw themselves to the Dolls peachy bosoms, a pair that is hard to resist, not even the faithful of husbands could control themselves. The wait, the flirt, the sweat perspire into lust.

Despite the filthy scenery surrounded us, I was most captivated by this colleague of mine. A girl, 25 years old, same school but different mentality, questions as why the Dolls come here to sell their bodies, further contributing to the moral degradation of the society. I was laughing inside, wondering if deep inside her soul, is she drunk on Evian. A girl, conservative as a plain sheet of thin paper.

Because Evian when spell backwards is NAIVE.

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