understanding the female race.
The female race.
i have troubles understanding the female race. even though i am one of them or us.
females nv really do mean what they say when it comes to making decisions. like where to eat and such. a particular fren of mine says she is fine with anything but actually she has a rough idea of what she wants. Perhaps, it is the willingness to accomodate another person that causes one's voice to be soft, to be less heard ? shrug.
Females will streak at the sight of animals 100 (?) times smaller than them. In actual fact, the poor creatures gets a psychotic attack at the the female screams. poor things. if u r wondering if it is true, i tell you, it is.
i realised i am digressing. my real purpose is not to mention how females dont mean what they say, or how females react to black winged creatures. hey. this is another trait of the female race. We tend to overtalk. we talk to avoid, i guess. some things are harder to mention than the rest.
an object has been in my cupboard for quite some time. Memento sake. Memories sake. I have been wanting to put it away for quite some time alrdy. everytime i open the cupboard, i would tell myself to part it for good.
a few days ago, i decided to springclean my room. it is badly needed. i forgot the color of my tabletop.
and so, i cleared out my table, my cupboard. and i saw the object lying there. peacefully. in its paperbag.
lying there peacefully. quietly. Perhaps, hoping that i didnt see it at all.
i took it out. from the cupboard. peered into it.
nothing but a few pieces of memories.
I took it out. and placed it on the floor next to my table.
"ok, later when i go out. i will bring it out."
I went out later in the afternoon. and. honestly forgot abt the paper bag to bring out. honestly. forgot.
And there it laid. Peacefully. Quietly. On the floor. Beside my table.
a few days later i saw the package again.
lying there. Peacefully. Quietly.
Silently. Pleading with me.
I took it up. peered into it.
Nothing but a few pieces of memories. Nothing that ever mattered.
As I slowly put it back on the floor, my body swung. Suddenly.
With my other free hand, I opened the cupboard door.
In one hurried action, i placed the package back into its position.
Inside the cupboard. Where it used to belong.
Rapidly closed the cupboard door. Stride out to the living room.
"one day. one day. it will be put away."
One day.
When ?
Now, will you please kindly explain this to me.
No. Perhaps, you dont have to explain. Perhaps, i know it inside me all this while. Perhaps, all this prove another side of the female race.
Right or wrong; To put away or to keep; is ..........
My world is spinning.
No. perhaps i wasnt interested in why. afterall.
goodbye.
i have troubles understanding the female race. even though i am one of them or us.
females nv really do mean what they say when it comes to making decisions. like where to eat and such. a particular fren of mine says she is fine with anything but actually she has a rough idea of what she wants. Perhaps, it is the willingness to accomodate another person that causes one's voice to be soft, to be less heard ? shrug.
Females will streak at the sight of animals 100 (?) times smaller than them. In actual fact, the poor creatures gets a psychotic attack at the the female screams. poor things. if u r wondering if it is true, i tell you, it is.
i realised i am digressing. my real purpose is not to mention how females dont mean what they say, or how females react to black winged creatures. hey. this is another trait of the female race. We tend to overtalk. we talk to avoid, i guess. some things are harder to mention than the rest.
an object has been in my cupboard for quite some time. Memento sake. Memories sake. I have been wanting to put it away for quite some time alrdy. everytime i open the cupboard, i would tell myself to part it for good.
a few days ago, i decided to springclean my room. it is badly needed. i forgot the color of my tabletop.
and so, i cleared out my table, my cupboard. and i saw the object lying there. peacefully. in its paperbag.
lying there peacefully. quietly. Perhaps, hoping that i didnt see it at all.
i took it out. from the cupboard. peered into it.
nothing but a few pieces of memories.
I took it out. and placed it on the floor next to my table.
"ok, later when i go out. i will bring it out."
I went out later in the afternoon. and. honestly forgot abt the paper bag to bring out. honestly. forgot.
And there it laid. Peacefully. Quietly. On the floor. Beside my table.
a few days later i saw the package again.
lying there. Peacefully. Quietly.
Silently. Pleading with me.
I took it up. peered into it.
Nothing but a few pieces of memories. Nothing that ever mattered.
As I slowly put it back on the floor, my body swung. Suddenly.
With my other free hand, I opened the cupboard door.
In one hurried action, i placed the package back into its position.
Inside the cupboard. Where it used to belong.
Rapidly closed the cupboard door. Stride out to the living room.
"one day. one day. it will be put away."
One day.
When ?
Now, will you please kindly explain this to me.
No. Perhaps, you dont have to explain. Perhaps, i know it inside me all this while. Perhaps, all this prove another side of the female race.
Right or wrong; To put away or to keep; is ..........
My world is spinning.
No. perhaps i wasnt interested in why. afterall.
goodbye.
Sprinkled upon a star
on Saturday, June 10, 2006 at 4:09 AM.
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