It is in fact, a scandal in it's finest form, I tell you. I have been spending my cold nights huddled up in someone else's space, on someone else's bed. Wait, you're not going to tell anyone, are you? Please don't. I have to live up to my heavily Muslim name (Nurjannah Iman Syaqirene) you know.
What's that you said? I didn't quite hear you. Oh, you don't know what my name means? I don't know if I should tell you. Well, well, it's for me to know and for you to find out. Let's leave it at the fact that I probably don't live up to my good name as much as I want to.
Yeah, man, especially now that I'm sleeping with someone else.
Oh yeah, you heard me right. I'm simply enjoying my intimate nights with a certain someone. Someone by the name of Joe.
There is no more incredible feeling in the world than losing yourself in the arms of a strong man while he indulges your every sense. To see, to feel, touch, to taste, to smell. Uh-huh, we do all that, Joe and I.
Halt! Don't jump the gun just yet. I don't smell smell (or sniff, make of it how you want) him, his feet or that certain part of the human anatomy I'm sure you are thinking about. Nor do I touch whatever you think I do. You have despicable thoughts, sheesh.
What exactly am I intimating, then? Well, you know, the innocent stuff. To see is to look into the other's eye. To touch is to feel the warmth of the other sitting right beside you. To taste is . . . to literally, bite into your guilty pleasures of chocolates and sins. (Gotcha there, didn't I). And to smell is to smell another's presence beside you, just from the way his clean, crisp clothes smell, or the noticeble scent of his perfume.
But what I love most about Joe is that he understands my intellectual pursuits and the sacrifices I make for them. He doesn't mind that we are surrounded by obnoxious, loud people. All he wants to do is just blanket me with his warmth and whisper encouraging and sweet, sweet thoughts into my ears. It tickles me, feeling his hot breath against my sensitive ears. But it's a feeling like. No. Other. (to emphasize just how that feeling felt like no other).
For the most part, Joe accommodates my search for ideas and entertains my nightly thoughts about making a difference in the world. I talk, I type, while Joe sings and Joe writes. What does he write? He writes the most meaningful missives, left on tables after tables so that I can read his words and remember his presence wherever I go. He is romantic that way, you know.
Ah, what a fresh new world you show me, Joe.
Because of that, Joe, I'm devoting 5 more nights with you. 5 more nights with you, and I will soar high above the horizons as you take me to places I have never been, Joe. 5 more nights of just you and me. Yes, you and me, Joe. How can life get any better than this?
For all this, I heart you Joseph Regenstein.
Picture courtesy of forums.nutsie.com
Disclaimer: Euphemism. Self-explanatory. The chirpy tone, and sensational foreplay? Nothing but a twisted version of the sad, (and really twisted) things I actually do and will continue to do at Joseph Regenstein Library. It's true I haven't been sleeping in my beloved bed the past 4 nights, though. I sleep IN Joseph Regenstein Library, indeed!
6 comments:
hahaha i was beginning to wonder who joe/john might be. studying for exams? goodluck then!
anyways serena it a tramp kan? tripp is omg jijik gila. theres something about his face and how he acts that just ewwww me u know. haha. and yeah nate tibe2 nak reminisce pulak his old times with serena. urgh!
(hahaha menyampah but avid watcher jugak)
anyways yeah dorotta is uber cute "i not married" hehehhe :))
hahhaa. woops. you read it before i made the correction??? kantoi i tersilap in my first version=) hehe. nampak sangat i'm just a walking mess now. i realized about 2 hours later i got the name wrong. we call this library The Reg. hehe. celah John mana yang i mimpi also i don't know=)
nurjannah nurjannah..u ni..dari dulu sampai sekarang, memang banyak akal..hahaha..
Nj, Nj my dear. My heart skipped a beat. You gotta live up to your name. Sure you know what your name means. Nurjannah (Light of Heaven) was suggested by a cabinet minister who is rather religious. It's a good name Islamic-wise. But many mak Indons have that name. No can do. So your parents think of two more "Islamic names". Iman (Faith) and Syaqirene (stylised version of Shakirin) meaning Gratitude. Hence, the triple-barreled name for the final child. I consulted the minister because I was very nervous carrying you after an eight-year hiatus. The Syaqirene was a gratitude for having you - an accident but a much-welcomed one.
Don't be angry for bursting the bubble. You know all his already. But your mom can't help it. She loves writing especially nonsensical things to you. Take all with a grain of salt. Let's all laugh together. Good night to me. Good morning to you.
oh my god. hahaha i was thinking who's and what's bed u slept on because.. well because i know you. heheh
anyway, all the best to you alright!
ahaha somehow its funny how u sum it all up. well i can say that give away the ending 1st and tell all about it after.. well thts good way to write for me i guess. it just the way of God aswell to the Quran Al-Karim n torah aswell and also the bible. give pieces of the end at the start and the rest of the story tht goes back to the start.. u know what i mean? well that goes to the movies too.. if its the way of god insyaAllah it'll succeed.. have u ever wonder abt it? so your name does defines you in a away.. your name also should a be guide for others too :p they cant see if u dont show a good example by enlighten them.. ahaha now im just teasing u. a good read for sho.. keep it up.
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