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{{ Saturday, October 13, 2007

okay, this is VOICELESS episode 3.

i'm, of course, still voiceless, even though my sore throat is much better.

have you ever realised just how important a role talking takes in communicating with others? see, just now i was having a quarrel with my mum. yup, a voiceless quarrel. she was trying to get me to drink this TCM concoction. it was bitter and blackish, but i would normally drink it down cos i don't really mind bitterness that much. but too bad, this one that she prepared contained BEES. BLACK, DEAD BEES. okay, obviously dead. but anyway, i'm not gonna take anything that has been boiled with dead bees for 1/2 hour, i'm sorry. so the fight between the two of us went on. seen i couldn't speak, it consisted of me mainly screaming [just without the sound], stomping my feet, and banging things around, since there isn't any other way for me to communicate my displeasure. oh yeah, and lots of me glaring at her with the "i'm so gonna complain after i get my voice back" look. then, my mother tried to manhandle me into drinking, which didn't work either, cos i simply refused to open my mouth and i acted like a rock [heavy and immobile] when she tried to pull me into the kitchen.

finally finally, after lots of coaxing and negotiating with my mum, and realising just how immature and irresponsible i'm acting, i drank it down, dead bee-water and all.

and yup, it tastes like crap.

i do hope i get my voice back soon; i'm starting to miss it. and perhaps that'll put an end to my nonsense signing in replacement for talking to other people.

i think my friends will really rejoice at that.


& all along, its only what I thought.
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