it was an innocent date with several school assignments at good 'ol mcdonalds. so there was taufiq, at the very corner, writing piss which was irrelevant to fbts, thighs, kate nauta or manchester united. the ipod reads 'mardy bum' and a line below, 'the arctic monkeys'.

in comes susan, her presence felt, short hair, tall for a girl(and leggy), myopic, wearing designer frames, in flip-flops walking to the counter taking her order, nodding to the enquiries of the cashier on the confirmation of her order while she studied the surrounding. and of all the empty tables in the restaurant, susan picked the very corner.

it was deafening. the bloody ads mcdonalds have in promoting (or brainwashing) consumers and customers who eat in the restaurant and those faux documentaries which are as boring as shite on the lcd tvs blasting away.

munch, munch.

write, write.

susan smiled.

"working hard, i see?" she smiled again,"nice day, yeah?"

he pulled off the earphones and chuckled, "yeah, yeah."

and it was back to minding their own businesses again. to munch. and to write.

taufiq did not feel the need to pursue the conversation. he, however, felt a greater desire to matchmake functions g and f so that he can get to see an amateurish porn of composite make-outs amongst functions g and f. and then, he wondered on the range and domain of the composites so that he'll know how much they can fuck and emit sexual fluids that would be good enough for a reproduction of real numbers.

so it was a short 10 minutes of pornstars functions g and f.

writing done. but still munching.

and packing up, and in the bin goes the large sprite and out the door taufiq walks.

and no goodbyes and no last smiles.

i meant it when i said that "i don't know what i fucking want (in life)." it's stupid. no, i'm stupid.

i do know that i want a tattoo and a new pair of soccer boots.

and nowadays, pride and ego are so overrated that it's almost uncool.

hanis told me that i post too much shites on pride, thighs and fbts. -.-