Ciggy Ciggy!

yup i am hoping that this will be the last metaphor-loaded entry i will write

for now

after digging in too much and too deep in the murky waters of my mud-filled cerebelum, i banged into this thick metal ball of my old self. yup, i was a big brass ball before. and for some forgotten reason that metal ball had flowers blooming all over its iron-hard shell. as i was asking myself why i couldn't figure out why in the world a posy in technicolor had to grow on me?

the moment you share a part of yourself to someone, that someone becomes a part of you.

you can't just block other people's personality espeially when both of you has found each other in the same plateu or even not. this people eat people world has become so incredibly sociological that getting away from it is losing your humanity and turning the other way around will let you eventually lose the solid, hardcore in and out you and just for a few sunlights, you have a bouquet growing on your outer core. and it is by and through you that its there. and some people would say, it looks good on you though you have thought of it as something not you at all. in this context, i hate flowers. i can also relate flowers to sensitivity but that's another fully connected story that might strain my office time.

as of this period of my existence i am melting the metal ball that is me to lose the whatsoever botany that was attached there. and hereafter i am promising this blog a visitor-friendly, anti-metaphor, goodness! my boss is here.

i'd like to stop until here to avoid a nosegay of sorts and yup, the office's big bear needs a bear hug.

note to self:

as allan qouted in your richard garfield sessions, we are a patriarchal society so... ill give this entry a 10 for gayness. and edit this in your free time.

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