runaway1

run away

she told me she wanted to run away from him; as far as possible; to the other side of the ocean.. where he could never find her.
she was scared..

the life as she has.. should be called no life at all... all she does everyday is wait... wait .. and wait.... wait for him to come over.. then she would have to prepare her self for that... penetration.. it's a dirty word and she can't really think about it. they don't make love anymore. or perhaps they never did at all? what is making love? as far as she can remember, the only person who ever made love with her was her first boyfriend who was deep buried in her memory...

he normally came over when it was really late.. and drunk. once he even bought some girls from the club.. and he does not even care if she was in the room sobbing.. they just got on their business... then he asked her to clean up the mess. she could never say no to him.. or she would get beat up badly. for him, she is just a toy.. a toy for him to get his physical needs. she gets tons of money from him.. but what does money mean if you don't even have freedom at all?

she hanged up the phone without saying goodbye to me in the middle of her conversation. (which made me wonder what is up with that?)then she came back online and told me that she was using her roommate�s phone.. but roommate came back.. so she had to hang up the phone.....

i never really believed her when she told me she was in LA. there is a function in icq which could tell the time difference of both chatting party. but i did not want to nail her on that but played alone. she is very pretty. so pretty that made me want to make myself a black coffee with double espresso in order to calm myself down after she send me those pictures of her. it was the last picture she took with digital cam totally caught my eyes. a girl. in front of the pc.. no make up, with a very deep sorrow in her eyes. not a smile nor any expression..... as if the whole world's sadness all felt on hear heart.

but then again, who knows if that is really her? but heck.. i believed her.. so what if she send me someone else's pictures? at least she had made my dream of chatting to pretty girl online true.. (haha) again. beside that.. i was totally bored here at the internet cafe anyway. she asked and asked and asked me to visit her in "LA", as much as i wanted to do so for that job interview in west coast, i told her yes, let's have at least a dinner together..

then she decided to tell me the truth this morning as i try to make the customer's cappuccino with extra cinnamon powder. she told me she is in taiwan now.

well.. i knew that would come up eventually.. at least i won't be that stupid guy standing in LA airport waiting for someone who will never show up. but i knew this would come up. i was a bit disapointed.. but prepared for this.

anyway, it's not a big deal. at least she decided to tell me the truth.

i guess being a gangster boss' (the biggest criminal gang in taiwan!) woman is never easy. taking sleeping pills as she tried to fall asleep and chatting on line with me; she told me the story of how she got to know him... how she ended up with him from an accountant in a high class hotel/club. nothing typical or special.. just like how we read from all sorts of movie stars magazines. but then again, how many of us actually meet anyone like that? she amazed me with her better then average english on the phone; telling me how sorry she felt by lying to me being in LA...

well the story has not ended yet.. it might end if one day she decide to run away and find me in NYC. or she might never return on icq again after her man finds out she was chatting to me on line. but at least.. she has kept me company for the past 2 days in a beautiful yet boring weekend working in the internet cafe. how much more can i ask for?