yesternight the internet went kaput! So i post yesterday's blog today. i cbb with making it colourful, the post's gone cold,publishing did justice tho

It took Marlee a pre-mature pregnancy to realise she might be in love. "Pre-mature pregnancy? Do you mean pre-mature birth?" you ask? No, I mean pre-mature pregnancy. She was not mature and ready to be pregnant before she did; she wasn't un-married, she was; and the baby was a week late. ..Yet the pregnancy was pre-mature. Why?



Because she then believed that dreams and fantasies were as cheap as lollipops (which have also felt inflation of the taxes of this crazy world) and that all she needed to do was to prepare her imagination like the laying down of the red carpet up the stairs to the life she so desired.



And if we were to go along with this illustration, as she walked up the red-carpeted steps, the high of her heel snapped just as she began to peer over the last flight of steps into wonderland and her eyes flicked up as she felt the little break below her and the fall rippled.

Til she was at the bottom of her flight, bruised and tangled in the red carpet that weaved around her helpless attempts to lessen the fall.


So, back to the story, she discovered that motherhood was not all happy chappy. In fact she began reasoning with the dreadfull stories of parents who, in frustrated madness, abused their children. Being in total empathy for the parents in such cases and identifying the parents as the victims. So where on earth did her husband fit into all this?

Dear Luke was busy cleaning the house and picking up Marlee, and trying to keep in touch with the baby that was supposedly his. While reminding dear mother that he had married the right one.


Where this story is headed is beyond me...

I just felt like making some sort of point. The original intent was to target infactuation and maybe see the difference between infactuaion and love. if there is much of a difference. Wahaha, What makes you think that there is something worth pursuing? Is it that you hardly find the oportunity to be a little more fond of just one that you figure "hey, its convenient, means i dont have to go looking later..." so you keep tabs on him/her.


But blah blah, the whole love thing annoys me, not love, the illustration of it (between man and woman). Because it seems that being joined at the hip is the easiest way to pronounce your love for each other!


Im skeptical. wahaha, perhaps because i have no experiences of "love" to relate to and i distaste the copy-catting of television projections of how ones in love should act. Though I do believe "corny" has its niche in every "relationship".


It just that...every "relationship" I observe around me (save one, off the top of my head) aren't at all impressive, apart from maybe the fact that they build on each other with enough pressure that when sick of each other, they pull away then fall to pieces.


So what's going to happen to me then? will i be forever single? Heck, i hope not, though i wouldn't chuck a fuss if i was. I just dont see the"hope" in it. i dont see the happy endings (save the one marriage that i mentioned in the previous paragraph). So that the collage in relation to finding a girlfriend/boyfriend both within and outside the walls of the church consists of distraction (of selves and surrounds), frustration, lack of accountability, favouritism, double standards (giving exceptions to the "one you love" yada yada. wahaha


What i cynic i am!