when i was young, i was told by elders to make everything in moderation. always not too much. same thing when it comes to emotions. with three other male siblings, we are so used in horse-playing and so used to getting reprimanded. "stop it or else it will have a negative repercussions". i didn't understand nor believe what they said. not until now.
after a few months of laughing and slamming MJ created an atmosphere in my workplace like it's a very nice meal that you always want every time you go to work. laughter, giggles, smirks, etc etc.
but now i could sense that its turning 180 degrees. i dunno if its because of those sad news i heard or maybe because MJ went and followed the tall one's suggestion (or totally ignored it), but i feel this deep, mysterious sadness around the bank. maybe its payback time. i will have to just observe and react.
photo ops, busybody, ear bleeding voice. i dunno what else to say. symptoms? manifestations?
i really don't know how its called. then a brilliant feline suggested a voice-borne virus creating intolerable, numbing feeling that seeps in to your bone and eats your very soul until you just wanna ask why were you born in a time that this virus existed. divine intervention? it needs all religion, all prayers in different languages and maybe a martian to abduct the virus and destroy mars to make earth safe. im talking rubbish. what im talking about is rubbish. hugs everyone. your days are numbered.
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Good post.
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