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○Unfold the uncertainties, please○
Wednesday, April 15, 2009

It's raining cats and dogs now.

Listening to my ipod running through Jolin's latest album, gazing out at the stormy morning..

Again, I feel unsettled. Somehow.

Some uncertainties kept me feeling insecured yet I can't seem to find out what is bothering me.

Probably moodswing again.

It feels like.. I'm waiting for something to happen, but it eventually didn't.

Then there's this unknown aura of disappointment surrounding me.

I can't help but to feel disappointed and helpless... Out of no rhyme or reason.

Must be moodswing. I tell myself this.

I love morning rains. Especially when I can crawl under my thick blankets and cuddle into the comfyness of my pillows and bloster.

But now, morning rain seems...

Exceptionally sad.



Countless raindrops drowing souls,
seems to cleanse the endless woes...

But the gaze I had for you today,
tells me I no longer love the morning rains.

Sunshine I like,
for it reminds me of the endless hopes,
for it embraces me with endless warmth.

Rain oh I plead you to leave,
you look so, so lonely to bear with...

Teardrops you resemble,
like things, we can no longer assemble.

Go teardrops. Go away.

I feel war-torn.

|Lady| 10:27 AM
○Old kok kok○
Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I feel old. Tsk.

Blog hopping and reading the writtens of the upcoming generation ultimately, makes me feel old. We respect our privacy and tries our best to protect it; they flaunt every peck of theirs.

Recent "I just want my own private fun and relaxation" in contrast to those partae goers makes me feel old. The streets are full of the younger generation with dresscodes they think is trendy; that I beg to differ.

Sally's remark of her 13 year old boy piercing his ears w/o her knowledge and his growing vanity makes me feel old. Her son was only 9 years old when I met Sally and his clothes are bought by her; now he's doing things against his mother's wish already.

It's my 2nd year with the company. I've been working fulltime for 9 years already.

|Lady| 12:09 PM