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(Saturday, May 06, 2006-)
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This is a story about a boy next door called Bingo and a girl called Samantha...
Here goes...
The boy next door, every girl should have one. The greatest labout saving device ever invented, safe, convenient, and above all, dependable... This boy was called Bingo. As comfortable as an old shoe, he was there when needed and no hard feelings when he was not, he was the perfect solution for the self-centered little Samantha, until she discovered the hard way...
"Too much of a good thing", that's the way the expression goes, and in his eyes, Samantha could do nothing wrong. Samantha saw nothing wrong with playing the field a bit, after all, she and Bingo had no "understanding".
Life for Samantha was fast, exciting, and loaded with glamorous mens. She not only had her cake, she ate it in large greedy glups...
And when there was no mister excitement, there was always Bingo to fill that gap.
The most desirable men are unfortunately usually the most inconsiderate as well, but then, Bingo was always prepared.
Sometimes, Samantha did get a faint twinge of conscience over the way she manipulated Bingo, but she'll ignore it and it'll soon go away...
Perhaps Samantha pushed too far. They say "all good things come to an end"...
The little frown of displeasure was an alien look on Bingo's face. It was then that Samantha's female cunning came into play, she placed Bingo "on hold".
Sally stepped into the picture...
Samantha had this rather unpopular friend, Sally. "Beautiful", Samantha thought. Something to keep Bingo's mind occupied until she needed him again.
But she was wrong...
Bingo did what Samantha expected him to do. He was nice, and kind, and gentle, and most of all, he involved himself totally in the job that Samantha, his "true love", had asked him to do.
"So smart, Samantha had won again," Samantha thought of herself. Bingo was safe with plain little old Sally until she needed him.
Swinging Samanthat had no time to worry about a drab little mouse like Sally. Life was too short to be concerned about other people. However, the pain in Bingo's eyes was a warning she should have heeded.
Then came this really big dance. The status affair! The highest point of the season!
Naturally with all the glamour guys on Samantha's string, she never gave a thought to dull old Bingo for this one. But the swingers in Samantha's set were all swinging the other way. What she was doing to Bingo, they were doing to her.
Deflating, but not disastrous, there was still old faithful for Samantha to call upon...
... Or was there???
Bingo and Sally were going to the dance together, and Samantha was but without a date for the dance...
Suddenly, Samantha knew what a heartache was. She got a good taste of what she'd been feeding Bingo all along.
Tears soaked Samantha's pillow that night, but if they washed out the meanness and pettiness out of her selfish heart, they were worth it.
The first thing the next morning, Samantha ran to Bingo's house and asked him to go "Steady" with her...
As for me, i'm falling back into the state that i once though i'd gotten out off...
This feeling is strangely common, strangely de javu, but why does it feel so different???
Is my story like Bingo or is it not, i really do not know, but all i know is that i have completely no mood for anything, not the gym, not the online games, not the going outs, not the school tutorials, nothing... I'm hungry, but there's no appetite to eat. Once i see food, i dun feel like eating at all...
I know this has been going on for weeks, but strangely, the feeling gets more painful recently...
I wish that i could wake up to a day the way i'd be doing in the past, but wishes are all lies, they never come through...
I'm sick and coughing my guts out, and i hope that with every cough, my life shortens till the point that i could just lay on the bed, close my eyes and drift away...
I'm Sorry. I though I'd gotten you outta my mind.
And why is it that everything i though i had let go is now all coming back to flood my mind???
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