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wounded in a war of passivity.

There is no end to bad things.

I dreamt of wounds, families, and a someone from my past. A certain faithless, yet staunch Catholic. I woke up feeling like I needed you. I woke up after a period of paralysis, and suffocation. I woke up from an undeniable numbing and, crushing pain in my chest. From what, I do not know.

That was wrong. It should have grown into a pretty, and benign sadness.

I was thinking, a couple of days ago, about how one will feel when one meets the special person, or the person for life? I know that, without a doubt, I will subtly reject him/her with all my might. I will feel the upmost satisfication ... until the point where he/she walks away, and shuts me out for good. Then, I will be left with a certain pain, and emptiness. Therefore, I am better off with someone like Mr. FR, as opposed to ... Mr. C. Well, I am just not made for such pricking complexity.

And because I am worn out from feeling bad, I am now feeling a little... nice.

So here's a long delayed toast to those I like (and who also coincedentally appeared in my dream):

Someone with the smallest of Eyes [I do know that six times -you never fail to remind me- is never enough. But yeah, I hate to admit that you are a little tumour that is growing steadily. At this rate, my eyes will explode, and become small. I hope one day, you will admit to me that the whole "driving license" business you have been ranting about ... is truly a scam (kidding). I do know that my blatant honesty attracts you in many ways we can explain. But what attracts me to you... is your undeniable kindness, and explosive capacity for anything. I dare say you have a tremendous EQ, good job on that, so carry on showering me with love.]

Someone with the slowest of Hands/Legs [You. YOU. YOU. The one and only. The one who understands the most, because of various reasons. Honestly, if you were a hot Malay or Chinese male, I might consider flirting with you. Too bad, you are ... not. Heh. The first encounter was unpleasant on your part -you never fail to remind me-, but look! A couple of bus rides, MRT rides, and we are down the road.]

As you can see, I do have an unhealthy obsession with the human anatomy. Heh.

So, you two bastards, please digest all these before I become less appreciative. And I do know that I will :)

thanks for relieving the stress. you know there's still some sensitivity beneath all the stupidity. *vroooom* *vrooooooom*

Relieve mine. COME, drive here eh, small beady.

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