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Friday, June 27, 2008

my darling compo that i wrote before the MYE's that got me a beautiful 9/30 x3 .

I come from a traditional Indian family, much to my misfortune. It is not that I am unhappy because of my race and naturally dark skin, rather it is the stupid traditions that restrict my freedon of choice and, therefore, my life. What I am about to mention is the second greatest milestone in my life; what most brides dream of - or not.
At the very tender age of twelve, I had a super major crush on the cutest guy on campus. And my parents, being the wealthiest people in Asia, found out about it and had me engaged to him. They were ecstatic about this discovery of my first crush because it showed that I was beginning to show signs of being a girl ( previously I had been known as tomboy number one ) and because my new fiancee was my father's best friend's son. I was more glad than I ever had been in ages because of the news of our engagement. However, Mr Perfect did not reciprocate my love and it was awkward being around him for events and gatherings. He blamed me for the dreams he had, the dreams he could never accomplish because of his duties towards me now as a husband, like an eagle determined to fly freely, now caged with clipped wings destined to be a mere pet, a decoration.
I never forgave myself. It crushed me to crush him.
On our wedding day, he did not show up. I had long suspected that this would happen, although never believed that he would actually do such a thing to me. Had he not known how embarrassing it was to be stood up on one's wedding day, especially with the mass media coverage? ( Thanks be to Daddykins )
I could take it no longer. Three hours after the wedding ceremony was due to take place, I set off to find him in my chauffered Rolls Royce, a gift from my father. I found him behind a bush by the roadside with a maid from my house. My father ordered him to be thrown into our very own dungeon, never to see the light of day again. Father did not listen to a word I spoke, begging for him to show mercy to my love, my Karlyman, my supposed-to-be husband.
In the end I took my life, leaving a note to my beloved, saying that in life or death I would never leave his side, with the sole intention of freaking him out so bad he would kill himself and join me in our eternal paradise. Unfortunately, he went insane and got locked up in a padded cell. Goodbye to suicide.
In case you were wondering, the greatest milestone in my short-lived life is my glamorous death. Glamorous because, after I consumed fifty odd sleeping tablets, I glued a perfect mask of Angelina Jolie, my idol, on to my face with custom-made invincible super glue.

pardon the bad grammar, limited vocabulary and horrible phrasing . as well as the corny-ness of it all . and maybe the partial racism . ms ng also complained about me using too many colloquial terms like 'guy' and 'freaking'.
but personally, it is my best compo up to date :3 HAHAHAHAH .

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me(:
In our weakness, His strength is made perfect