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I'm at your back door with the earth of a hundred nations in my skin you won't recognize me for the light in my eyes is strange it was years ago, god knows when you strained to tell me your whole truth that you were not mine to save that you could not change carry the weight i'll carry the weight of you this time carry the weight i'll carry the weight of you would it be enough to go by if we could sail on the wind and the dark cut those chains in the middle of the night that had you pulled apart would it be enough to go by if there's moonlight pulling the tide would it be enough to live on if my love could keep you alive i've built a lot of castles i've built a lot of blazing speed-of-light machines but it doesn't matter, you know they all crumble in the winds of change so i turned back to breathing i learned a few good reasons to cry and i finally called home praying you weren't out of range so will you let me come in mosquitoes have found me and they're crowding 'round my blood at least offer me a drink or a breaking of the ice i'm wanting your anger i only want to see if i can shake you out of sleep and bring you out under this flooded sky at any price so carry the weight carry the weight of me in your heart carry the weight carry the weight of me would it be enough to go by if we could sail on the wind and the dark cut those chains in the middle of the night that had you pulled apart would it be enough to go by if there's moonlight pulling the tide would it be enough to live on if my love could keep you alive ~Enough To Go By Vienna Teng -=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7= Raining profusely. Our roof had sprung a few leaks here and there. The wind howls outside my window, almost eerily like a wailing child wanting to be let in. Lucky I have my pillow to keep me warm. I haven't been out of the house for a week now. If you don't count accompanying my mom to the Mall Of Asia (which is literally a few steps outside my door) for a round of bingo, then I haven't been out for 2 weeks. To me feels like a year. Don't you just love and hate the rain in equal proportions? -=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7= Let me just say, I LOVE BROADBAND! I've been satisfying my online cravings for the past few days. As a matter of fact, I think I'm running out of Hard Drive space. My music files are filled to the brim, the porn is unrelenting, the missing ebooks now found, and the movies are streaming lightning fast. [tee hee I just said porn somewhere up there.] Heck, I might even turn this into a profitable venture. The black market is always a viable option. :) -=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7= My mom and I was happily traipsing thru the mall when several meters away, we saw someone wearing a shirt that's identical to a shirt my dad has. He has my dad's gait, my dad's hair and they even have the same semi bulging waistline (although, he's not guapo). He was holding hands with this bimbo and obviously they went a-shopping. I asked my mom as a jest, what if it was really my dad and his slutty mistress that we bumped into, what would she do? Her response? In a jocular tone "Oh I don't mind. I would just look at the bitch from head to toe then just walk ahead. He just better call it even when the time comes and he catches me in the arms of a man of my own." You go Ma! hehe. Why get mad, right? Get even. I don't really mind, my sisters and I are all mature enough to realize that there comes a point wherein we have to accept things like this. I'd rather have a blushing, blooming mother who's genuinely happy than an emaciated, bleeding heart wimp who's rending her clothes and hair in bitterness. There's no use wallowing in despair. Drama is for those who can't. If men can do it, women can too. That's why I went un-straight. -=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7=8=7= Yesterday, I was in the kitchen, cooking up another recipe of mine. Whoever thought that a mishap could turn out to be majorly delicious? Taking a page out of I marinated the sirloin in my own blend of secret ingredients (well, mostly hard to look for spices) and then prepared the buttered mushrooms on the side. I left the beef in boil because I wanted to bring out the broth. However, as I was waiting it, I was distracted by this show on Jack TV. 25 minutes later, our maid ran to the kitchen panicking coz she knows the beef is burning. I ran like a crazy fool and found out that it didn't really burn. Just a bit singed on the sides because the broth had either evaporated or had been absorbed. Its something akin to being fried and grilled at the same time. I know, its weird. But then with the sauce and spices all absorbed, it has this really garlicky, sorta steak like taste to it. The household gobbled it up. They were asking me what it is. I told them I don't know yet. I'm still coming up with a name. Next time, I'm going for a "controlled" burn. hehe.
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