mi vida loca
Sorry for all the whooooo haaas about my previous postings
now just wanna give back to the community what i have received throught out the years.
this is my crazy life
INTRODUCING ANGEL
She was everything any one of my peers would kill for. She was what I desired what I lusted for.
sadly she was someone that could never be mine. She wanted something more from her guys. Something that not every 15 year old could provide.
At 15 I was a nobody trying to become a somebody. Trying very hard that is so hard that the people who already had a name for themselves found my punny efforts amusing if not comical.
Her name was angel and she was a goddess to me.
I had just been exposed to the world of ah bengs and sweet sweet ah lians and I knew that my life would
never ever be the same again.
Angel was a year younger than me, but at 14, she was a sight I tell you, nothing like the little ah lians that hang around hdb blocks ect, she was a true blood ah lian (for my generation la) shoulder length hair tied up into a pony tail, with two “feelers” fringe framing her small heart shaped face. Her eyes was typical asian, rounded and kinda large for a Singaporean, her lips full like that of Angelina jolie. She was not beauty but I tell you her choice in clothings, and even the way she wore her school uniform left nothing much to imagination, usually if you were looking carefully you’d manage to get a peep at her ample bossom, her cleverage would put most grown 20 year old women to shame. I didn’t really know much about cup sizes then (although I had boasted a bit of bullshit to my peers) but looking back id say that she was a b bordering on a C, and still growing….. Her skirts were so short that she earned the pleasure of being the gal that her school fined the most for short skirts!
Now how did I meet her?
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