i've always wondered why God made us?I mean, before the snake tempted them, Adam and Eve were happily living in ultimate bliss. No care or worry in the world. Caretakers of this world. If God, you knew that we wouldn't be capable of being with you, why did you continue to let us live?Why not start all over again?
simply. Because I loved you,unconditionally. No strings attached. My love for you.
I cared for someone like that before. ( for this, i shall reference the person as It. it's better to distance myself from the object of disappointment).
I cared for It much. i honestly, thought, that living with It would improve any relationship i had with It. So It and I moved in, shared our problems, cried our guts out( both happy and sad)...and just one day, It decided to not talk.
Dumbfounded. No, it wasn't It. It was me. i was dumbfounded.No one, not even our families, could understand this bizzare behaviour. bizzare,It was.I was definitely disappointed. I thought i had put in enough effort, to make this last- a friendship with It. We nearly planned our moving-in together. But alas, it has failed.
if there was a temperature lower than the lowest temperature on earth, i think the Cold war:It and Me would beat that. Hands down, given that we've got hands after the frostbite.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
run and there it hit me.
A prologue.
To a simple, yet diverting story.
"...it was such a simple dinner. another one of those ready-cheese it-dinners.placing them into the microwave...you know, when you're upset with someone and you use cooking as a mean to vent your anger out.Well poor vegetables, but then again, they won't feel the pain.
ingredients
1/2(whole)chicken;pre-baked
1 onion
1 tomato
200ml green beans
2tbs tomato paste
4tbs water
1 cup of rice
a sprinkle of cheese( for the microwave)
it was the moment where you carefully think of how to place them. not plating, but rather the step-by-step method of cooking these things. some might throw the tomatoes in first, others the onions. i'd go with the latter. onions bring out a better sense of aroma and colour.
it was just one of those days. Yes, one of those days where you have to deal with the ups-and-downs of living alone, out in the city. the concrete jungle can be a cruel and crude place for any 21-something-year old. there are no vultures hovering to scavenge your last remaining carcass. just lions and tigers ready to divulge your every wrong move- right into their trap. SNAP! any form of entertainment is the silver outline of the television and your already-prepared dinner before hand. you sit on your smelly-rented couch and stare as the pictures start moving. And surprisingly, you find that amusing.yes, you occasionally let a laugh out. Occasionally.
Sad isn't it?When you're meant to be living the best days of your life out there-exploring every aspect of your youth.But no, you're at home,writing the memoirs. your memoirs in case you're forgotten....."
To a simple, yet diverting story.
"...it was such a simple dinner. another one of those ready-cheese it-dinners.placing them into the microwave...you know, when you're upset with someone and you use cooking as a mean to vent your anger out.Well poor vegetables, but then again, they won't feel the pain.
ingredients
1/2(whole)chicken;pre-baked
1 onion
1 tomato
200ml green beans
2tbs tomato paste
4tbs water
1 cup of rice
a sprinkle of cheese( for the microwave)
it was the moment where you carefully think of how to place them. not plating, but rather the step-by-step method of cooking these things. some might throw the tomatoes in first, others the onions. i'd go with the latter. onions bring out a better sense of aroma and colour.
it was just one of those days. Yes, one of those days where you have to deal with the ups-and-downs of living alone, out in the city. the concrete jungle can be a cruel and crude place for any 21-something-year old. there are no vultures hovering to scavenge your last remaining carcass. just lions and tigers ready to divulge your every wrong move- right into their trap. SNAP! any form of entertainment is the silver outline of the television and your already-prepared dinner before hand. you sit on your smelly-rented couch and stare as the pictures start moving. And surprisingly, you find that amusing.yes, you occasionally let a laugh out. Occasionally.
Sad isn't it?When you're meant to be living the best days of your life out there-exploring every aspect of your youth.But no, you're at home,writing the memoirs. your memoirs in case you're forgotten....."
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