Sunday, January 1, 2012
You are strong-willed. You love to argue. You say no just to be difficult. You say no, then yes, then no because you know it frustrates me when you are being indecisive. You test my patient every day, taking advantages of all the opportunities to try me. You are demanding. You want everything NOW.
Well, my son, you can't have everything you want. Not now or ever, but you can have my love, NOW and FOREVER.
You drive me crazy; yet you are the one that keeps me sane for the past three years. If I have to repeat the last three years again, I will if it means having you in my life; if it requires that particular semen, gene and pain to bring you into this world and into my arms, I will go through it again... I love you with every stardust of the Universe.
Happy New Year and thank you for being my son!
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
in the world where people have no brain, there is nothing wrong with keeping another woman's dirty underwear and love letters after you're married... in a world where they are committed to being right at all cost, they cannot admit it was wrong and disturbing. If he was to be honest with himself, the shame and guilt of his actions will be too great to bare. The solution is to never discuss it. What love letters? What underwear? What comment?
weird, fuzzy dream...
we argued in front of spirits about the underwear and love letters. he said they were not love letters. i told spirits i burned the underwear and it was never shown to anyone. She claimed i showed it to everyone, exposing her shame and dirtiness for all to see. Spirits asked if we were willing to stand by our claims and swear on our soul, our mother's soul or the soul of our daughters? i have no problems in putting my soul on the line and swearing that i did not show that stinking dirty underwear to anyone. Spirits took note and agreed to give justice.
What happened to the underwear? Who is lying about it? Fuzzy Wuzzy is trying to be truthful.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
a red lighthouse with a faint moon above. blue water with brown streak running across like a pathway. palm trees in the distance and shades of brown in the horizon. it's a good place for lovers to take a stroll and enjoy the night. it's a perfect place for a boisterous little boy to run and expend his energy. he holds his mama and papa's hand and pull himself up, swinging his legs in the air, laughing contagiously...