Along came her. From a distance, we see her pick up a whiff of the saccharine ambrosia. Slowly but surely, she inches closer to its source.
As we watch, a horrible foreboding deja vu of a fish being reeled in by the line surfaces. That's it, we exclaim to ourselves. She's hooked.
Gingerly, she picks up the words. Each is treated with the same attention and care as a newborn would garner. She consumes them, as they consume her.
Poor girl, we think, clucking our tongues as we shower her with despised pity. Trapped by insincerity, fooled by lies and blinded by sweetness. How can she not see through the sugar-coated poison? How can one be so naive and ignorant?
Alas, it is not her who is ignorant. It is us.
For this is the girl who quotes Frantisek Halas by heart.
Fatuous words I don't trust you I trust silence.
How would someone like her fall prey to sweet words that are no match to her intelligence?
If you ask her nicely, she'll tell you why.
For it is not the words that she has fallen prey to. It is the person whom the words came from that enchants her.
She chose to believe that everyone has a soft sweet creamy centre in them. She chose to continue believing that, even though bastard-coated bastards with bastard centres had crossed her path before.
A sugar coating does not guarantee an equally sweet centre, but it does not necessarily disguise a sinister centre either. Go figure :)
Fatuous words I don't trust you I trust silence More than beauty more than anything A festival of understanding -Frantisek Halas
::past tense:: posted at 2:54 PM.
::This is Me::
chihlin
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i'm legal
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some standard gemini traits
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cps/ahs/tjc/nus fass
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that's all for now
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::These are my Loves::
write
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read
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think
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dream
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sleep
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sing
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smiles :)
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my dear friends
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star-gazing
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mahjong
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ktv
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mac breakfasts
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cheesecakes
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blk85 suppers
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dessert counters
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hazelnut-flavoured milk
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black chandelier
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brit rawk
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jazz
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heart-melting classics
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my MJ club
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B-Block
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you-know-who :)
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