the saddest day
is when you sit on the same perforated metal chair
and type away knowing you are still the same
and not feeling particularly bad about it too.
days go by in a haze with a a furrow
in the brows what you oughta get
a pain in the butt literally u have
lol
n then someone asks a question n u dont even wanna answer
this tells us how priceless friendships nearing a decade can be
back hunched over and the plastic cup left with but a few sips
the thirst needs to be quenched but not before the teeth are brushed and the face washed.

There there the pineapple tarts looking like fatish insect larva lying still in their place in the container. the top a typical red and which i shall unscrew multiple times tomorrow to get at its contents.


pose pose pose
lag lag lag
what is life if full of care you have no time to care and share. what a life that will be indeed. but that is not my life. I have too much time which I waste till I have no time.

You in the photo which at the point of its conception you hold so much hope that it will reflect a you which you are not.

motions, patterns, habits.

come rain, pelter down in gentle sheets of silver.

I love you you love me we are one big family with a great big hug from me to you, I love you forevermore


Barney!
Qian min I can't dote on you enough!

the tree yearns for peace but the wind won't stop.

Let this not be my story.

you who reads this page of ramblings is a great big fool. second only to the writer herself.

the journey is long but i like it so. Meandering wavering every river makes its way.

You with the thin well-oiled hair shut up and hear. On top of the cliff the wind will blow and you hair will mess up too.

And the legs thought forever long is clad in a pair of shoes. that means it ends too!
wahaha

when the postman comes I will ask her. If there is higher probability that she should be a he since I presume the mental image the great many of us have got for 'postman' is a man.


You who mumbles i cant stand. Enunciate properly before you speak to me.
hehehe and hahaha
who remembers when it's time for bed.
All nonsense and things not done.

Hi I hope you in the garden awaken to your senses soon. Pray and please. Not another bout of ' situational forces' blaming when your 'last' ( i put it in inverted commas 'cos i can't bear it to be really last as in last) pot of gold is squandered.



Goodnight. Sleep tight. I wish you a better tomorrow. To a great year of the tiger for us all=)