Date : Sunday, January 4, 2009
Time : 11:39 AM
Title : Impulse

Your pair of favourite pants get caught in the wheel of some strange bicycle.
You want to get it out, but the only way is to tug at it.
You know if you do, the thread'll soon start to come off slowly.
If you don't however, you'd forever be stuck in that problem.

Well, that's what I'm contemplating right now.
I'm currently stuck in this warphole. All I try to do is tug.
The more I do, the more I feel he's slipping away. Very sad to say, I don't think he notices it.
So I try to get it off my back by praying for a miracle that somehow, that favourite pants of mine comes off on its own willingly so I don't have to bear the pain of seein it slowly disappearing.
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Maybe the above metaphor may sound somewhat disturbing and hard to believe, but it is true. I made it on my own, on my own personal impulse.
What intrigued me was..............never you mind.

It doesn't matter anymore.
I said words that couldn't be taken back.
As of yesterday, that favourite pants of mine, are being resented and pulled off that strainge wheel of the bicycle.

My comp's dead.
I'm dead.
So long, dear onez.