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Somedays I seriously ponder about life and the meaning of it. Somedays I'm not so philosophical and just hate life altogether. So anyways, today, I am depressed. Not so much because of anything in particular, but because I find myself again drifting, with no sense of direction in life, and only living in a virtual world, where people speak in 1s and 0s and things come out processed like a stack of ALMOST edible pancakes. (For those who have never studied FILO, this will be lost on you.)

I bleed and I am talking real blood. Blood that stains your fingers, your clothes, your shoes. Blood that is so crimson and real, it's like a constant eye-sore when it stares down at you, egging you to multiply it, allow it to flow and achieve it's life purpose...

Piglet is pink. And ever since I can remember, I've liked Piglet. For the longest time, I didn't know what his name was. I just knew he was Pooh's tinny friend. When I did find out though, I was always on the lookout for Piglety stuff... Funny thing is, every other girl seems to like Piglet... so I never went on a Piglet frenzy, until now, in Perth, when Ray indulges me... Yet I still don't have a huge soft toy that I can hug at night. I have lots of small to medium sized ones... but none that are the size of a huggable bear which I can hug to sleep at night... Wish so much to have one of those, so the nights are less lonely...

Piglet, Elmo, Forever Friends Bears... My friends, my adorable companions... When no one is near.... Patch Angel is always here...