I played with a little girl yesterday. Lets see if I can get this right. She's my dad's, mother's, brother's, wife's, sister's, daughter's, daughter. Hee. She is Chindian too. The girl is so darn adorable. Its crazy to see the family together because everyone's Chindian in one way or another. I'm not exagerating. The family is so complicatingly mixed. It got me so confused with whos who that I actually entertained the idea of standing at the entrance and asking each one of them how exactly are they related to us. Geez. It would be like if they could give me a good enough explanation of who they were, only then would they be able to enter. Hee.
I saw something really weird yesterday. I didn't mean to be disrespectful but I just needed to know what snapping of the fingers meant in the whole prayer. Then from that my brain wandered and I begun to once again think about the possibility of everything being fake. Another well-planned, standardised, coordinated show to make the average individual believe in things like it. I guess I needed an explanation, a thorough one. It hits harder when its someone you know. I'm in no position to say anything. Anything I say is muffled by the urgency of the whole situation. Only she knows.
Whats with reunions and questions like
"...so whos your boyfriend?.." *slaps forehead*
minx wrote at11:21 PM
