Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Pop goes the weasel
"You know what? You are a self-centered bitch! Yea, that's you. Labelled yourself a heart breaker? You ain't got no one's heart to break, yo! You know what I'm saying? Yea, that's what I am referring to. Dictionary has got your picture as a reference for the word 'bitch'. So just suck some balls and keep your mouth shut because no one, and I mean NO ONE is interested in you. You are so yesterday!"
That's not an actual hate mail. In fact, I get so little hate mails as compared to those which are heart warming. I made the above up, so I could vent and rant on something. Life, as it has always been, is too perfect for me. I need something to get angry over. -Beaming gaily with my usual smile, showing off my neat, white teeth-
Well, actually I know of people who wishes that I would get banged by the car while crossing the road or get crushed by a flung out television while passing by a building. Just a sweet side note to add, I am not the least upset or affected by your vicious thoughts. You just made my day knowing that SOMEONE out there in the world would take time out, may it be a minute or even a second, to THINK about me. I don't care about the details because it's the thought that counts. =D
Pessimistic thoughts OR actions were never a part of me. On the very, very opposite, I am super optimistic. Optimistic about anything and everything. It is, I must admit, the reason of my downfall too. Too optimistic about life - admittedly, is both my strength and weakness.
I've got to learn to not be so sunshine, hence, it's back to basics. Lessons through the hard way didn't really work out. So many circumstances and experiences and my faith is still going strong!
Someone really got to knock some senses into this bloody mind of mine. But one thing stays true all along. All's well that ends well. Luck tends to dote on those who remains hopeful.
Guess that's the main ingredient to my fame. Yup, it must be.
Thank god, Luck. I love you for shining on me.
P/S: I wrote this after day-dreaming (or should I say night-dreaming). A known fact to all by now, I love to type stories (Side note: In modern society, I don't think anyone writes anymore. Leads, inks and charcoal are replaced by technologies). Scribbling down my contents and words are an in-built habit which develops into routine. Today's no different. I have never disclosed any short stories by (ahem!) yours truly but I shall make it an exception today for I am *over the moon,
"Another boring day", I thought silently and with a sigh, I mumbled, "Just like any other days." Pulling on a jumper, I grabbed my bag and prepared for school. Strolled down the usual path. Something different about the park today. Was it the old man who exercises there every morning? Nope, it wasn't. Was it the absence of chirping birds? I just could not put my finger on it. It just felt weird and that something was definitely not right.
P/P/S: Damn, I must have bored you guys out with a story like this. I just love to shoot every thing beautiful down.
One classic example:
Beautiful lush of fresh green grass in a field. Droplets of morning dew, dotting cobwebs on the grasses, reflected the sun's ray and distribute itself into different wavelengths. The spectrum projected into array of colors, also known as rainbows. A bright colored tent in the middle, with a picnic basket pinning down the straw mat. The wind blows with gentleness of a dove. Kites and white clouds flecked the clear blue sky. Children running around with their nylon strings, with happiness imprinted on their face. That sparkling smile could melt anyone's heart.I am sorry to babble on and on. But being the time to sleep, my mind becomes super active. But it's never me to give compliments. Date tasted the poisoned arrow so many times that he grew immune to it.
Me: "You are so handsome today.... Must be the fact that I forgot my spectacles!"
Date: Thank you. -Conveniently ignoring what comes after-
That idiot somehow managed to steal and acquire my ability to selectively listen. I am sad!
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay