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Friday, April 18, 2008
We went to queensway to get ankle guards for sat's game.. aggie got me a new pair of sunglasses. i felt really touched for the thought and practicality of the gift.

strangely enough, i guess that's how things are. seemingly, this's an uncanny scenario to identify men with. Hmmph?

skye chewed up my adidas sunglasses. My glasses were wrecked, ruined, lying in pieces. The pouch weren't spared either. Simply beyond repair. i didn't feel any angry of sorts; it was more of a familiar dull heartache since noel.

I had always liked Adidas sunglasses. I’m not really a brand person nor a fussy one too. I just liked what I had. My first and only pair was given to me by my dearest ex, I’ve kept it ever since way back. Though the lens aren’t as great as others, the legs and lens would pop off at times but I would always fix it back.. This time, it was really the end for my faithful sunglasses.

I do count my lucky stars, there are people worse off as compared to me. Though I feel absolutely sick of what goes through but somehow I think I have managed to convince myself of the awful truth. Things are just so. Majority of relationships I know of are based on a foundation of lies and mutually accepted delusion.

Somehow men cheat for the same reason that dogs lick their balls... because they can.

Not that I’m being sexist now or whatsoever. that conventional life of a woman under a man's scrutiny and tyranny's just much too sad. Years go by, she will get old and tiresome, he will treat her simply like dirt and eventually find someone new to vacuum up that pile of dirt for him.

I had no inking that I suited Oakleys. I had never liked Oakleys, neither had I a distinct dislike for it. This would be my first pair of Oakleys then.

I thought I liked Adidas sunglasses. I thought it would suit me, complement me and grow to stay with me. I guess nothing lasts forever.

A little part of me has been chewed up just like how skye chewed up the sunglasses.

This post prolly makes no sense and is absolute hogwash to many. So yea, happy inferring. =D

mae 3:42 PM [comments]