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This will be my worst and crappiest entry ever. 

Among the myriad of colors that the human eye can discern, green is my ultimate most favorite color.  Now the way those last seven words were put together is not the way I speak.

Obviously you don’t have any clue to what I’m talking about.  Might as well stop reading now for there’s no way you can understand the rest of this cathartic crap.  Aside from perhaps a couple of people, the rest of you can stop reading and spend your time on a more productive activity. 

Yes it’s a fact.  Green is my ultimate most favorite color.  Since the time when consciousness entered my brain, green has been my ultimate most favorite color.

You can ask any of my friends.  It is!  And get this.  Lately, only this year, it became my lucky color as well.  A friend who has a thing for pointed shoes and peppermint tea knows this for a fact. 

For the greater part of my childhood, I liked the color green so much that I thought it was everyone’s favorite color as well!  You know, the way everyone likes to gulp a cold drink during summer or the way everyone likes his or her fruit ripe and sweet rather than sour. 

I thought green was a universal color favorite of man.

Of course I learned that that wasn’t the case when I grew up, yet it remained to be my favorite.  Through the years I gaind an aqcuired-taste for other colors as well like black, blue, and rusty red.  But still, green is my ultimate most favorite color.

Do you know the way some things can give you both happiness and sadness?  The way some people can be your source of both profound pleasure and excruciating pain? 

Green has now become to be the color I love the most, and the color that I concurrently abhor.   

It was Saturday last January when green became my lucky color.  Fate really has a great sense of irony, for it was also Saturday last March when the color green was the object of blatant blasphemy.

My only request.  Don’t claim that green is your ultimate most favorite color if you don’t mean it, especially if such a claim is for some other squalid act like  flirting.

Or you’re going to hurt me.

But then again, it’s a free country.  If I have some sort of incestuous desire for the color green, it’s my problem, isn’t it?  It’s my perversion, not anyone else’s, right? 

It’s not anyone else’s problem but mine.

So I’m going to take it back.  You can talk about the color green in vain as much as you want.  From now on everyone can claim that green is his ultimate most favorite color if he desires to, whether he means it or not, and I won’t complain.

I guess I give more importance to people’s inherent right and freedom to express themselves than to my love for the color green.         

In the first place, I have no right over other people’s lives.  And I don’t have the necessary documents to prove that the color green is mine. 

The color green is not mine. 

Yet i know of no other color. 

This renders my world monochromatic...melancholic...forlorn...at the mercy of the sullen sobriety of black and white.

Everything left is black and white.

Even as a metaphorical catharsis, this article has totally lost its point.  I warned you not to read.

      

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a friend who has a thing for pointed shoes and peppermint tea....it took you a long time to write this or maybe its the other way around...it took me a long time to read this....or maybe the pros and cons of friendster is the issue..whatever...

green will always be yours...and lastly green can be a lucky and unlucky color...maybe or maybe the one who holds it brings the luck...