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.Kuro.
Kuro means black. Black represents darkness. Kuro... Ku-ro... What a nice term.

Today was more or less boring, because stupid neopets won't allow me to play games properly.

Last night's dream was really scary.
There was this doctor I had to visit for a body checkup, and suddenly he said that I had to have my left arm and right leg amputated. I don't know why, but he said it is a must, and he even told my parents that.

So i obediently went for the surgery. The funny thing about the surgery is that, there's no fixed time. I could take all the time i want to relax, to spend time with my limbs.. and all that. Mum and dad weren't there, they were both busy, working. The only person I had around me, was my favourite uncle. He took work leave just for me, to stay with me. So we talked for awhile, then the doctor came in.

At this point, I remembered that I forgot to inform Him. So I hastily took my phone from Uncle and dropped him an sms. He was pissed. Angry that I didn't inform him earlier, thinking that I kept it from him purposely. While waiting for his sms reply after telling Him how apologetic I was... I asked the doctor...

"Why? Why do you have to amputate my arm and leg?"
He ignored me.
"Tell me why.... Why?"
Then he spoke. He told me a whole lot of rubbish, about how arms and legs increase the risk of cancer, that he did not want the cancer rate here to increase...All sorts of rubbish.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, the doctor was mad. I was angry. I screamed at the doctor, I yelled at him to reflect upon himself, whether removing my limbs would make me cancer free. I was really angry. My limbs are not supposed to be removed from my body! They're MINE!

The doctor cried, and he ran out. I took off my surgical attire and changed into normal clothes. I thanked my Uncle before running off... I had to look for Him, he's the only one... the only one who can calm me down now... To tell me everything's fine... That I still have my arms... That they weren't going to be amputated....

I ran and ran, then from a distance, I saw Him. I ran as fast as I could, sobbing with each step I took. And when I reached him, I hugged Him.

Everything felt warmer now.... I know everything was going to be fine, I will still have my limbs...

Then, mum woke me up and I got a shock because I was lying on bed, and I thought my limbs really got amputated. I twitched my fingers and toes... good, they're still there... they're still there... Everything's.... fine.

it's 12:17 AM now on Monday, April 21, 2008



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