Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold
And you were with me
Content with walking
So unaware of the world

Walking on air
EUNICE

The air-vertisements

One-horse town


Unwind
Posted on: Thursday, December 18, 2008
Posted at: 3:01 AM
sheng lao bing si...
life old sick death..

the normal routine of living in itself. it may be known to all, and will eventually be felt and experienced by all. but how it really feels is only confined to those individuals undergoing suchs eh?
but right now, it being starked naked to me.

sensing the helplessness at times, makes me feel helpless too.
namida...

helpless?
i can't give what will/may seems to be useful.
for that i lament.

at times
just...
i have no words to express how this hits on m...,
and THAT is just crap shyt.
plainly it feels like a fcuktard selfish being.

and REALITY... it hurts the individuals. though they hides, suppresses in denial...
how there exist people that selfish describes just a mere tiny edge of that intensity, is just bewildering. and obviously, karma is what that awaits this people.
i'll do it.

aint practising what he preaches, that's a SIN.
and preach? that could be a wrong word to use here though.
another version practising what he craps... more apt perhaps.
oh wells... what more to expect from people who stoops so lowly.
kinship buys expectations, but there aint any.