:: punched, drunk and loved ::

Sonntag, Mai 08, 2005

it's a nice, cold day perfect for sleeping in.

i woke up almost dying from the lack of air. i knew i desperately needed the sink. i ran there and coughed up enough disgustingly sick yellow phlegm (i think) enough to fill up half a bowl.

and it felt GOOD after that. a weird sense of satisfaction. like all the bad things have been purged from ur system. now i know how bulimics feel. accompolishment and satisfaction.

i could never comprehend why some people swallow back their phlegm. well yes, i know that it is not that bad - the HCl in ur stomach will kill all the germs and stuff. but there's no such thing as a 100% guarantee loh. evern colgate total is only 98% sure. even dynamo is only 99% sure. even the wash-toilet-thing-wat's-that-harpic-? is only 99.9% sure.

here's what i always imagine - the germs will cling to the mucus in the stomach lining and diffuses across ur stomach skin. or via active transport. and then go back to the blood stream. and then back to the system.

it was supposed to be a long post before i went out of the hse and then here i am coughing my lungs out now after breathing in too much cold air, i think. so the old wives' tale must be sort of true.

there used to be a time when WE thot WE will have three kids in the future - 2 big boys and a little princess. and I continued living thru' that even tho' there was no WE anymore.

so people are often surprised when now, i said i am q. sure there'll be no kids in future. even when they haven't heard of the previous plan.

why?

becoz i know i can't live through my days knowing the other person and/or i have disappointed them in some way or another, or will disappoint them one day.

happy mothers' day.

_____

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She's just like a maze
where all of the walls are continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe It's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth of
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

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