Closing Time, and a little tiny trouble with the hormones.

Closing time, I was about to end a shift of standing the whole day of trying to serve customers and attend to their feminine side.

The beauty side of it is that you get to see all the shutters coming down, with the lights inside the shops dimmed. The staffs were busy doing what is necessary for the closing.

Closing time, you get to see how people rush out of the half shuttered shutters. A signal where you're not suppose to come in anymore, a sign to get the customers going, and an omen of closing time.

"Closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
Semisonic

It is the time where you get to see the people inside this tiny apartment laugh and shout. Sing and dance to the music on the stereo. The way you don't see them when you're on your shopping spree.

Closing time, the time where you get to know who would you want to take you home.

***

And the tiny trouble with the hormones, ah, just leave it as just that.

Damn this hormones I would say, but I'd sound more ridiculous.

I really need help with the reading and the head right now.

Of Belle & Sebastian.

Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs
Kissing girls in english, at the back of the stairs
Youre a honey, with a following of innocent boys
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way

Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?
Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions
In his blue velour and silk
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now hes throwing discuss
For liverpool and widnes
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now hes doing business

The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field are beautiful people

Could I write a piece about you now that youve made it?
About the hours spent, the world emptiness in your training
You only did it so that you could wear
Your terry underwear
And feel the city air
Run past your body

Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?
she had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head
She never needed anything to get her round the track
But when she's on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college
But when shes on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college

***

I need help with the reading and the head.

The Self, Documented.

Dr C. George Boeree.

Stands.

Girls just wanna have fun.

Cyndi Lauper might just sing that to you if you accuse her of hanging upside down from the window, under the influence. Regardless of her kids. Or she might just sing that when the media make a huge fuss over some sleepover pictures. I mean come on, we're all humans living our lives aren't we? (I've been watching too much E! haven't I?)

So why is it when someone did something so out of your norm you make a big fuss about it? Hah, maybe it is because out of your norm.

Like our dear Mr. Politician, well, he's just living isn't he? A guy is still a guy isn't he? Well push away all the ethical values and how they're suppose to actually set a good, healthy example. Come on, we all know that the whole scene is well, not really clean. So why all the commotion?

Lets move on already.

Just stand where we stand, and play well.

Forward to the next subject already.