Friday, June 27, 2008
The cynical weighing scale.
I am a weighing scale. All women love me. I know i'm popular and a necessity in their lives. Nowadays, even younger girls are obsessed about me, exhibiting servile compliance. My presence is the sina qua non' of every household. Vuala! i am superior to all.
Recently, i had a new owner. A tall, lanky, sweet-looking young girl with shiny hazelnut coloured hair. i must say she is definitely attractive, appealing to me at least. Honestly, im flattered that im her possession. She visits me 12 times a day. Great! my huge ego is always well-fed. Though ive never seen her smile when she's with me. but i dont give a damn! All i want is attention from her.
We got closer each day, almost too intimate for my liking. She told me she had a motive for being with me. that she wanted to be slimmer,that she can eat only fruits and fish. I know i should have dissuaded her from this potentially self-destruction regime. But i must admit that i am a self-centered creature. She will leave me once she's enlightened. So, i choose to hush and enjoy the moments we spend each day.
If i'm selfless, i would have told her 'beauty lies beneath superficials.'
but oh' too bad!
She slaps at 10:29 AM