where's my moral parallel?

sometimes when you stare too long at something you forget why you were staring in the first place. and then when you realise you were staring because that thing is staring back at you, you try to steer your attention from it but you can't because you're still staring.

beautiful things are meant to be looked at, no? but I suppose there's a fine line between appreciating beauty and completely devouring it with your eyes.

and that line, unfortunately, can come in the form of a pillar. it's God's way of reminding you to snap back to reality, because some beautiful things aren't meant to be yours.

I understand that reality has to hurt. alot.

so our country is turning 40 in a few days' time. I'm not sure if I'm feeling extremely patriotic right now; it's hard to be proud of our independence when it's being celebrated with cheesy songs and dances. [have you been watching tv lately?] my family hardly does anything special on National Day, and you can say it might seem somewhat insulting considering we throw a huge party every year during Hari Raya. I'm just glad noone's forcing me to wear a flag on my chest tomorrow. =]

and just like every month, I have new flings the way women have PMS and hence get the perfect excuse to be painful bitches. perhaps I can start a new analogy, by comparing men to sanitary pads and how I'd rather bleed than date, because we have the opportunity to dispose of those little diapers instead of being dumped like a rotten piece of fatty meat by loud, arrogant and hairy people who have weird things stuck in between their legs.

*places back of hand against forehead* oh I get so emotional whenever we talk about this.

I apologise for being so bitter and upfront.
you can have your dinner now.