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Them colorful, wonderful yarns

Posted by kalaro28 on August 8, 2006

When I was younger, i vividly remember playing with colorful yarns. How I play with them you ask?Well, I put it in between my thighs, then start to pull. Pull and tie it around anything. My hand, a pencil, a roller, a stick. Just anything. I had fun that way, looking at all the colors I’ve mixed. I would braid together the multi-colored strings, start pulling, and tugging, until I get so bored, I’d just harass any adult around. Hehehe.

And now, looking back, I can’t really see what pleasure I got from merely pulling an endless loop of colorful yarn. Was it the fascinating colors that strike me? The texture of the yarn? The limited faces to see or things to do for an only child like me? Or simply the wicked works of the unica hija’s twisted brain.

Why the sudden memory overload? Well, I am in a state of limbo right now. Like a dog waiting for my master to come home and feed me, give me water and walk me to poop. Like a princess locked up in a watch tower waiting for my prince charming/knight-in-shining armor to rescue me from the errant witch.

Patience is a virtue. Whadda?

vir·tue n. 1.      Moral excellence and righteousness; goodness.  
2.      Chastity, especially in a woman.
3.      A particularly efficacious, good, or beneficial quality; advantage: a plan with the virtue of being practical.
4.      Effective force or power: believed in the virtue of prayer.
5.      virtues Christianity. The fifth of the nine orders of angels in medieval angelology.
6.      Obsolete. Manly courage; valor.

So, if patience is a noun meaning “moral excellence and righteousness; goodness” whatever number you get from my list up there taken from dictionary.com, why should I have it? And if I did have it, why should I have it and use it all the time? What, is there a kind of a look-out group that would shoot us not so virtuous people?

I just hate waiting. Especially the feeling of not knowing what you are waiting for, when is anything really gonna happen, if what you are waiting for would actually arrive. I hate all that, crap.What’s worse is the fact that I hate being alone.

So anything with waiting + being alone in one sentence makes me go crazy. And I don’t friggin care what other people may think or say – even if they judge me as being irrational, stupid, close-minded, selfish. Bring it on. I am darn sad and disappointed and I don’t think anyone can understand that.

*slurp* I am suddenly craving for some sweet nothing  

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