Letter to time

Dear Time,

I have been a very good boy this year (i have no idea how time works but i believe it's something like santa claus). I didn't take drugs, I didn't smoke, I didn't do a hell lot of bad stuff that I could have done. In doing so, I have made the world a better place. So won't you be a kind soul and spare me somemore of yourself?

I need you for my sleep, for my studies, to eat to play soccer to play waterpolo to pee and to shit. As can be seen, you are essential to me. Yet everytime, you slip from my grasp, like some slippery body with plenty of sunblock. I try to hold you back, but you spit in my face like Francesco Totti does and then you kick me in the face.

Time, if you do not give me more of yourself, I shall become like the poor guy below.


(What the fuck is wrong with me?!!)
or
(My head is full of lice!)
or
(A massage a day keeps my brain cells awake)








But people nowadays are under more pressure. That's why you see all the people writing to psychologists in the newspaper. And after that they appear in the newspapers in the orbituaries section. Somemore, Singapore is like heaven for people who want to commit suicide. Just take any elevator, go up, jump down and then you'll float up again, even higher and faster than before, that is if you never do evil deeds. If you do then you go down somemore loh.

But then if i die, time, i would lose you altogether. No, it's more of you I need, not less. As I type this post, I am using you, but I am sure you do not mind yourself being used for this meaningful purpose, as opposed to being exploited for studying.

Sorry let me sidetrack for a moment. At this very moment, dwight yorke is groaning in pain as a ball from steven gerrard has hit yorke's balls. Oh shit, he's like crying. Must be real painful.

Ok back to the main topic. Time, you are always passing by, always going, never stopping, never waiting. Why don't you just spend a moment talking cock with me?