another day, another story... one true love
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
ARGH.... my temperature was 38.4 last night and I was f-r-eeeeeeezing!
I realised something though. A small hint of the past was aroused last night not in the same context but close enough. The dumb fucks strikes again... and you could hear the desperation and the confusion and bewilderment in the choice voice. The dumb fucks won.... n i think to myself shivering in my bed that perhaps to the choice, I'm just there. I'm expandable... So the torrents of emotions came flooding in... the past all brought up to further enlighten me that I was a fool's child.
Priority tells a man what is most important to him and a woman is not spared. It is proven that when there's a fire in the building, people will automatically run and grab their most valued possessions before fleeing the house. This scenario is tentamount to recent events.. Let's jus say there was a painting in the wall and there was a bunch of holy fuck TARTS on the table. The mistress took the Fuck Tarts and didn't come back till much later when the fire had died down and tried to salvage the paining. It was a good painting no doubt. It was strong and survived the onslaught of fiery flames flicking its edges and enduring the heat in which it was enveloped. The painting was not spared from the smoke and soot though and was barely recognizable. Nothing a good wash wouldn't cure. The mistress fussed over the painting and brought it back to good shape but it could not help but have misgivings. It had been passed down from mistress to mistress a fair few times and oh how it loved this place it seemed different and the only place to be in. The number of times she looked at it when she wasn't feeling well and would brighten up because of the magnificent picture. It thought it'd be of the most importance but it was wrong very wrong indeed. It still hangs there for all to see but its on its guard again just waiting and observing. Oh let's not mention that humongous stack of books in the shelf. They look like they've been passed on from generation to generation and the mistress seems to treasure them as well. Why was the painting created? To be left on that wall and when it had served its purpose it would be taken down?
The fucking world is unfair. If you don't look out for yourself, you'll just be burned like the painting and if you can't take the burn and you perish... its going to be hard to make a new one. You look out for someone else but people don't notice you. What's the effing point? I should teach this to my sec 1 kids... educate them when they're young so that they won't fall prey to such misery and grief
Okay, that aside,
Happy Birthday to me... lol... Sick on my birthday woo wee... Thanks for the birthday cake baby! (she came at 12 midnight to sing me a birthday song with a cake in her hand. The candle wasn't lit up but it's the thought that counts... *muacks* thanks hon)
I'm too tired to blog anything else byeeeebyeeee!
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