Sugar Shock-er
Thursday, July 06, 2006

"Hello, Veronica.. This is Carter. Um, I-I-I'm afraid we can't be together anymore. My family and kids need me. B-Before this gets deeper, I hope we end it right here-", he puts down the phone abruptly lest Veronica hears his painful sigh.

Well, people like Veronica can go on watching soap operas, bawling their eyes out, plucking petals whilst asking repeatedly, 'You love me? You love me not?'
..but don't ever start the comtemplation of self-mutilation or going deeper in suicidal thoughts.
People often wish they die off the very minute they think they can't come to terms with the setback(s) they face. They hope a lorry give them one good bam.. a blizzard in Singapore to die from.. the moment of courage to drink that bottle of Listerine on hand. Succintly, gazillion ways to die on earth is your pick. But....why?

Life's predicaments may seem aplenty. Gradually, interest in everything feigns, and you wish you're not alive. You are not a freak, well, it happened at least to me and you.
A hearsay I've tried (789 times): In front of a mirror, give a Cheshire's smile.
That lady in front of you smiles back! You'll see. Yea that lady. That lady with no qualms in talking you out of that camisole. Simply because she saw that prominent mass of fats.

I guess you don't really know - your gargantuan smile can send ten jolts of sugar shock to somebody's system.

Damn I want to get out of Singapore (to HK) real quick. 'Cuz this emotional baggage of mine doesn't have a passport.

YWith love, Valerie