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I've unintentionally offended one of Karen Millen's paramount customers, and ever since then, she've been hurling reprehensible remarks at me. Well, it wasn't just the words nor their meanings, but also, the tone she used hurts as badly as being hit by sharpened stones.
It all started two months ago, when I incidentally swung open the door of the dressing room she was in and thus, causing her to reveal a tad bit of her nakedness. As mentioned, it was an inadvertent act ( Anyway, it was partly her fault, she should have locked the door?! ), still, it made her extremely distraught.
I guess you can imagine how I was feeling during her patronizations. If not, I can tell you it was much more loathsome than having wasabi stuffed down your bare throat. It felt like I walking on a frozen pond whose ice might crack any moment; Her mere presences were enough to make me ail in agony.
Nonetheless, I was still able to hoist myself with a nonchalant behavior, and even tried to chortle at the execrable mockeries she made against me; I was practically a derision for her to sneer at.
However, if you were to rub a fabric too frequently, it'll subsequently turn threadbare, and unfortunately, today happened to be the day when I was unable to remain impassive. I don't know if it was because her words abraded me that much, but I do know that my eyes were splotched red soon after those insults were being brought across. I was cletching my lips that tightly, it was as though I never had them to begin with. Tears started to pool from the curb of my eyelids, so much that my vision was layered with mist. Still, I guess that was a delight for that bitch, for I was sure I saw a smirk being wiped upon her face. I hate to admit this, but I guess her lavish wrkness was indeed too much for me to swallow.
Gen once asked me to master the arts of independence and believe me, I was actually influenced by her self-reliances. Still, if today's encounter is just a puny price to pay for such liberty, then I would rather rely immensely on my parents.
Right, I'm being stark puerile here, for I'm unable to adapt to such aggressions. Nevertheless, I just want to be living in a world where innoncence lingers and grudges never once existed. Or perhaps, I'm yearning for someone to shield me from these belligrences.
I've just read my sister's blog and it's dismaying to know that she's still smoking. See, I've always regarded her as the epitome of good breeding. Hence,I think that should explain the infinite amount of expections/demands I've for her.
Speaking of smoking, It kinda reminded me of this :
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It was made by Gen Seah. Sadly, it's a sweet picture that has lost it's concealed agenda. Guess all I need is a little getting used to (for the smoking issue), just like how a man will eventually grow accustomed to a paralyzed arm. Aiii, Cheryl's just one very sad girl la. =( |
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