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I repeat, 'Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of all?'
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*Maybe its the lighting issue. Maybe I should thrust my breasts out a little more... oh I don't know. How to deal with a silent mirror? Lets try nevertheless*
So, ahem, 'Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of all?'
Mirror: I am not sure who the fairest is but you definitely aren't the best endowed oh foolish one.
Hrmph! I could so totally throw you down and shatter you to a million sparkly wannabe stars. You know what's stopping me?
Mirror: First, am quite scared. Shivering so much in fear am sure if you see carefully the loose skin on your face would appear to be quivering. Second, I am dying to know why have I been spared. So go on and enlighten me.
Oh Oh you... like whatever... insolent little dude... like totally... like I could so....
Mirror: I see we have gotten eloquent now, haven't we? Does that make 8 words in total in your dictionary now?
LOL!!! How funny! Remind me to laugh tomorrow.
Mirror: Oh that prospect scares me dahling considering your age. I am afraid a new day will dawn and I wouldn't hear your voice. Uh Oh!
I think I shall go to the mall this evening to get a tin of black paint and paint you black. Just you wait and watch!
Mirror: In all these joyfully miserable years, this is the first thing you have said that even sounds remotely appealing. The darkness... mmmm.. finally the sleep I have been yearning for is just 'round the corner. By the way you might want to change out of those acid washed jeans lest invisibility to the opposite sex is your goal.
Like I care what you have to say about my sense of style.
Mirror: Then don't. Go get the paint the way you are dressed.
Oh I will. I don't need you to tell me that! Ummm... are the jeans really that awful?
Mirror: Women! If only I had eyes to roll. Yea, they are awful. The kind you wear to work on your farm and then end the day chugging beer, burping and having your flabby ass smacked by some unknown peasant.
Oh now we are trying to be Tim Gunn I see. So why didn't you say so before?
Mirror: I am a Mirror. I tend to answer to questions thrown in my direction. I chose to speak now as I desperately needed to remind myself that I wasn't a damaged stereo system playing a dialogue on loop. And to be honest, I quite enjoyed you making an ass of yourself in those fugly jeans.
I thought you the Mighty Mirror were asexual. Oh how wrong I was.
Mirror: Surprised are you that I am that bitchy girlfriend you have always wished for but never had? Or surprised that I am like every man you have met so far. So what/who am I?
After all that I have been through and seen reflectively, you would be surprised to find out the truth.
Who are you?
Mirror: Oh I am a little tired with all the unusual banter we just shared. Will indulge you another time. So long Dahling!
5 comments:
Absolutely Amazing!!!!! so very very very entertaining!!!! love it!!!
my my bitchy bitchy. likes muchly. also makes me fear mirrors even more now. thanks for increasing my childhood fears kanney! :P
Haha!!!louuvved it!! simply amazing!
Innovative, thought-provoking must-read piece of thought. Incredibly crafted into sentences- so easy to relate, but indeed extremely difficult to be imagined to be written. This is by far the best of all your articles I've read. You know what, you have become a passion for me to write. Hats off for that. And yes, please don not stop writing. Keep up the great work..Kudos young lady!!
@romi: thank you so much for all the kind words you have left on my blog... actually Thank You for having taken the time to read stuff that I have written... I do not consider myself to be a decent enough writer, but comments such as yours always encourages me to write more... will definitely keep the madness going :)
Cheers! CJ
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