When my kitchen grill rivets came off yesterday evening, my gf hy mentioned on msn that perhaps I was going to blog on 'Unpredicatability'. But, as i've mentioned in my entry (perhaps 2 months ago), unpredictability is kinda like the colorless odourless soul that creeps into every inch of our lives and bodies. Seriously. You must understand that having my kitchen grills coming off MUST be the last thing I would actually expect. Not that its a big deal (its just some stupid aluminum junk to keep kids from falling), but it once again reinforces the glaring fact that nobody knows what will happen today, tomorrow, the day after, and so on..
In fact, I wouldn't even think that "Life is like a box of chocolates". It's total bull. Life is just a freaking plain brown cardboard box!! Chocolates are sweet, life is not! Why the usual brown box? Cos its like those movers use to put anything and everything when you shift from campus to Stirling. Any shit can be put into the box. Life's really a salad bowl of anything possible. At times, this kind of unpredicatability gives me mini creeps, tinge of excitement and 0.0005mg of adrenaline. Well, the prospects of meeting a smart, intelligent, funny and responsible man - now, that's chocolates!
Don't blame me. A little disney fantasy can't hurt.
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