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time : Saturday, November 22, 2008 title : The blog is dead.
The Blog is Dead.
........... Even though I know no one will actually notice this 1 new post in this dead blog of ours typed out using a 19th century computer sitting on one of the tables in the depths of Block Z of Buangkok Green. I just thought that it is such a delight that they actually released me from my jacket for a little while that I thought about typing something into this dead dead blog. But hey, you can't really blame us. The jackets are so terribly difficult to move in, much less alone untying it. But I got to say I enjoy flinging myself against the soft padded walls. It feels so good plus the fact that you can't really seems to hurt yourself. But because I had grown tired of that one sport I found enjoying, I started to simply sit quietly and wonder into the wonderful, colorful, beautiful, busy dreamland. I'm a rock there, you see. But while I'm enjoying myself in the oh-so-delightful dreamland, the people in charge of me thinks that I am....What's that word? ............... Oh yes, improving. Improvement is such a hard word. Anyway. They started to loosen my jacket in the first few weeks. Then came to total untying. After that they begin to give me toys. What am I? A newborn baby? Those people are nuts I tell you. They are the one who deserved to be kept inside, much less me. Being the sophisticated pumkin I am, I ignore those toys. They must have felt sorry for me because they begin to bring better stuff in here. Stuff like puzzles or mind-bender kind of games. I must say I rather enjoy the little crocodile where you have to guess which teeth to press for the mouth to clamp down on you. However, I must be rather stupid as I had never once guess correctly as the last teeth standing is always the one. Oh well. After the little improvements in games and toys they brought me, they begin to allow me little periods where I can leave my room. They seems to be so excited at the mention of this and kept on blabbing about how ..... good and clever and sane I am that I have this little privilege. And I told them it makes no difference whether if I am in or out the room. They seems all the same to me. It's still the same earth which is, sad to say, dieing. I told them to rather pay more attention to Mother Earth than to me but they seemed to be ignoring me. Well, 2 can play at that game. So right now, I am happily ignoring them, which I think I am winning, and writing a little something something into this dead blog. Like I said. You can't blame us. Those jackets are hard to get out of. And plus, the other 3, Chestnut, Kill Kate and Pao may still be flinging themselves at the soft padded walls that they forgot we even had a blog. Give them some time, they will be bored of that little delightful game sooner or later. Talking about that little delightful game.... I may consider of playing it again........ Pumkin, dragged away by insane people, signing out. |
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