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Monday, August 04, 2008 / 11:13 PM
ramblings Superficiality is the new black, the 2.55 Chanel of our era. You wonder when will all these cease, but it doesn't, my friend. You try to run and hide, cover yourself in thick blankets and flannel. What is the use? Stay gold, they like to say. Talk is dirt cheap, typing even cheaper. And then you ask yourself if you have came into this world for all these. So i prayed and lamented. Wished that i could have my way all the time. Or if i could have the power to make it right. Being plastic suffocates. Trudge on with all my might. Try to deserve what i should deserve. Not a slave, not a maid. We are all from our parents. We have people who dote on us and really care. All of us need to be loved and cared about. So what gives you the right to trample like that? So tired and sleepy right now. I shall leave all these to tomorrow. |
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