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Now I realized why, since 2001 I’ve been searching like crazy for the mediocre, second-rate, lame, pop-corn, chick flick. While I didn’t managed any positive outcome of getting hold of the film, it was screened on national television recently. The 7 years hunt was just to further justify that men are not bulls and crazy women are not old cows. Aah! No wonder.

He didn’t really care much about his job. He did what he had to do and gets paid every month’s end. As long as he doesn’t piss off any supreme asses, he thought he was ok.

What’s more important to him was the obligation of favours befell upon him by his own personal endeavors. Favours from people he favours so much. He was in his own world where sweetness and nice was his evil alter ego.

His friends warned him not to get too obsessed. They even reminded him about his past experience, the experience that he had totally forgotten, intentionally. Alas, his obsession had made his skull so thick that he became deaf to all beneficial urges.

A few months went by and he somehow felt lethargic. He pretended as if he didn’t know why. Truth was, his soul has been eaten slowly by his own affectionate fixation.

As his soul decayed months later, suddenly there was a slap on his face. A slap by his own conscience, dressed in a holy white robe with a face similar like his, only 3 inches tall. The slap made him sat down on the angry chair all day long, looking into oblivion.

Now, he knew he needed to rest.

In peace.

“It was Jill!”
“It was Jill!”
“It was Jill!”

The folks in town did utter. But they weren’t there. They weren’t there. Still they said that Jill pushed Jack down the hill. Jill got the whipping for causing Jack’s disaster but neither Jill nor Jack gave the folks answers. For their souls tremble when reminiscing the well on top of the hill. Ah, the well. The old well and the thing living inside it.

Hated to love, I was concerned
About living life and getting burned
A repeat performance going on in my life

Hated to love but still I’d yearn
And I’ve returned to relearn
How to live a life worth living

Thanks to Ray Cappo