Hi, just a small note to any reader of this blog. You should always read this blog with caution. ALWAYS, always with a pinch of salt.* A reminder that this is not a politically correct nor officially agreed view of the world. But that of an individual and almost very often done so with a tongue in the cheek. So please do activate your skepticism and intelligence when reading any materials found here. (as you should rightly do to any other material) My words have no authority what-so-ever. You are free to treat my ideas with contempt. And may you live long and prosper.
*I'd prefer a tablespoon of salt. But for most, a pinch should do fine.
By: Nippy | Sunday, July 31, 2005 at 10:29 PM | | 
I just read one of my friend's blog. Well she's my sec school friend, she is now working as a nurse. And I think she sees alot of life and death (quite literally). I do admire her strength, I've always felt that her occupation is no easy job. One has to be tough spiritually, physically and mentally. And her meditation on death through one of the patients who crossed her path was quite touching, it triggered alot of thoughts on her part.
I don't know, for me. I find it strange that all the most inspiring entries about death are almost always meditations on life. I guess it is true afterall that whatever kind of life you lead determines the kind of death you die and vice versa. It is never ever just about death itself. Death, the unspoken word, the silent fear, that we all try to ignore, but which is always near us. I have watched, read plenty of stuff dealing with life and death. Nothing. Has ever been satisfying, maybe because death is always just out of the reach of our understanding until our own time comes. Or maybe because, in every thing that has ever dealt with this topic, there had been this fear in its very core. Or perhaps, it is the very fact we spend our entire life trying to make sense of the world and then we have to die. Die without understanding death itself. Maybe that is why death is such a hard philosophical nut to crack. Religion, philosophy, almost everything tries to tackle this and never quite succeeeds.
It is not a fear that is conscious. Maybe some part of us just rejects the fact that one day we will not exist, and maybe everything we have ever achieved does not really mean much ultimately. Maybe it is also because, we are never ever one coherent being, we are always so divided. Our animal instincts which clings desperately to life, which will struggle to keep breathing. And our spirituality that tells us to let go and gives us hope to something better beyond life.
From the Bible to great philosophers' works, this fear of death is written in invisible ink in almost every page. Of course, the bible offers something that will comfort believers from this eventual fate of all mankind, but it is there. It is something we do not want to look in the face, because we are afraid. And because it hurts. It hurts to admit that so much of our life, of everything that we've built is founded from this very basic fear of death. And again, this fear is not conscious. It is not something we are always aware of, but this fear is real.
I'm not posing as someone who's figured it all out. Come on, very few people do. Maybe an occassional Buddha, Gandhi, Jesus, Mohammad throughout the course of history. But for most of us common folks,we struggle. Perhaps it is better to admit that we really don't understand. A lot of books and various people will try to tell you what is in store for you in death and after. But the truth is that no one really really really knows. And that's the part that really hurts. you can pin all your hope on a single theory, heaven, reincarnation whatever.. You can spend your whole life hoping, but you won't know it until it happens and then you don't exist. that's the cruel irony of it all. But still, I'm not so thick as to claim that nothing ever matters if that is truly the case. Things still do. Living, right now, this second. It matters. (at least to me) Maybe at the end of the day, it is living well and living fully that matters even if we still don't understand. Perhaps, what's really important is not what happens after death, but before. Maybe it is a bit silly to let death colour our whole perspective on life. But ultimately, the answer is for everyone of us to find on our own.
To end off, I'll just share the most inspiring take on death I've ever come across. It is beautiful as it is simple. (in my opinion, as always) It is from J.M Barrie's Peter Pan
"Peter was not quite like the other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremor ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, Peter felt just one. next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "
To die will be an awfully big adventure."
By: Nippy | at 8:21 PM | |
Haha! Nah... that's not I'm really going to talk about. What I really wanted to talk about was this:
THE THIN LINE BETWEEN THE RIDICULOUS AND THE THOUGHT-PROVOKING
Ok, I'll be honest. Actually, it is a movie I really wanted to talk about. I watched "Wet Dreams 2" today. Wait..before you pass any judgment. I hope you'll look again at the line in capital just above this paragraph. Because today, I discovered that sometimes, the line doesn't exist. Things can be both ridiculous and thought provoking. Both at the same time (any surprise there?)
OK, I'll cut my advertising tricks. No gimmicks, ok? 'Wet Dreams 2' is a great show. One of those you just have to watch it yourself to find out. UNless of course your preconceived notions and prejudice are so strong that it prevents you from having a surprisingly wonderful cinematic experience. The show is great, it doesn't land philosophical bombs on you. And it is VERY VERY funny. It makes you a hint nostalgic for the good old secondary days. Not in that weepy kind of way, but the kind that brings a smile to your face. Reminding you how silly, naive, loyal, idealistic you once were. Yes, yes, there are sexual materials-not anything gross. I feel that the show is a success precisely because it shows how sexual materials can still be innocent through the eyes of naive, idealistic teenage girls. Yes there were sexually explicit jokes. But they are the kind that you and I have made during our secondary school days. During biology lessons. Sometimes, some parts of the show are painfully embarrassing. precisely the same kind of embarrassment of our teenage years.
I can't quite describe the show to you. I've watched plenty of shows about first love, first kiss, growing out of teenage years. But all these shows lacked a certain something. They are always too sentimental, too nostalgic. Always through the eyes of jaded adults who miss the past. Those shows are always looking backwards. This show is different. It glorifies the very sexual curiousity, and romanticism of teenage years. The very NOW of being young and carefree. It is like reliving teenage years once more, without that older you who always rationalize and jugde things. You know those days when you just feel and live on the impulses? And the almost silly kind of loyalty to your friends.
Despite the title, the movie is really quite innocent. And honestly, it is really just fun. Well just a well-wishing to any one reading this, May you never ever lose the ability to just have some innocent good fun. Maybe what I really wanted to say in this post is that:
THERE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN REMAINING YOUNG AND GROWING OLD
Perhaps the thin line between remaining yound and turning old is the ability to laugh. To laugh in the face of whatever life throws at you. And perhaps not take life too seriously once in a while. Like what (the actually really wise) Monty Python says : " Always look on the bright side of life."
By: Nippy | Wednesday, July 27, 2005 at 8:05 PM | |
The View from UP HERE is great! Wished I never have to get DOWN ever again.
Free from the confines of the GROUND
But still I'm strapped DOWN!
[ding*] -there's the seat belt sign
TOO BAD BIRDS CAN"T SEE THIS, they are too busy looking straight to look DOWN
*FROWNS*
[captain speaking: ALTITUDE DROPPING]
"CABIN CREW get ready for LANDING."
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We have landed. "Thank you for choosing Singapore Airlines"
The temperature is currently 29 degree celcius.
"We welcome you getting youself back down on the GROUND again."
[gravity in full force again]
By: Nippy | Tuesday, July 26, 2005 at 2:49 PM | |
Been doing quite a bit of thinking on religion recently. Sometimes, I really wish things were back in the old days. When religion gave me a kind of security and a kind of anchor through which I viewed life. But I realize that quickly didn't last for me. I don't know when the anchor became a chain and all my questions quickly became self doubts and questions of whether I have little faith or was it Satan I'm hearing(hm...). I still believe that religious teachings have alot to offer our lives, but I also found out that conventional, organized religion is not for me. I find it hard to learn there. Of course, as always I can only speak for myself. I find it mentally and even spiritually constraining sometimes, especially since I learn through asking questions. especially tough questions. I can't help it. It's just the way I learn. I really don't blame the organization, it is how organized religion thrive. On a kind of massive consent and a common believe. The idea of unity is especially emphasized. The church does try hard to promote individuality and uniqueness, but at the end of the day, it is a place where people with common believes and outlook in life gather. It is hard to be different, and even harder to ask some questions that you should not really ask. "Do you really belive?" I was often asked back. But how can I explain that I do believe but for me this believe pushes me to ask questions that I truly care about. I ask them because I believe. And I believe that God in his infintely wisdom and love gave me this ability to question, doubt, learn, destroy, rebuild and believe. So there really is no paradox between questions and believe. But there is a difference between enlightened faith and blind folly-the refusal to see otherwise.
The wonderful thing about the whole system of organized religion is that you don't have to struggle alone, there are shoulders around for you to lean on. Wonderful friends and fellow believers who are going through similar trials. You are there for one another. They make wonderful friends. But the downside is that disagreement and wrong questions are not encouraged. Almost repressed. But the thing that this system misses out is that disagreement and questions (especially the most important ones) are so vital to growth and learning. That sometimes, organized religion can stunt the growth of one's faith. (for example: mine) It ended becoming a place where I learnt from one authoritative voice on interpretations of the holy bible. You are of course free to disagree, but the whole thing works in a such a way that should you doubt your pastor's teaching, you are bound to feel certain amount of guilt and distrust your own instincts. (Again, you ask yourself is it Satan?) I do not want to give the impression that religion is not very much a personal relationship and struggle.It is. Very personal, in fact it sometimes get lonely. But I do want to point out that as all things in this world are. There are things that may suit one but not the other. And even though church may be the spiritual light that guides many, it cannot be so for me.
For one, I like opening my mind, stretching it. Sometimes, despite all my trying, I just find choosing to adopt a religion so completely as to make it my whole life would mean that I'm choosing one way of viewing the world. And the more staunchly I adhere to that viewpoint, the more faithful I am by that definition.
Moreover, religions tend to reject new in favour of the old. I have often wondered what is it about science that repels religion so badly to make it a threat to religion? From debates about the ethics of cloning to the continued debate about Darwin's evolution theory. I do not understand why is there this rejection. Science and religion are not intrinsically incompatible. It is the people who rejects, not the things in themselves. What seems obviously offensive about Darwin's theory is that it contradicts the Bible's Genesis, and makes man descendants of apes instead of God's special creation. BUT what is not so obivous is that Darwin believed very deeply in a creator. And from his studies of how creatures can adapt so beautiful and evolve such intricate and complicated adaptive features, he firmly felt that things in nature had a designer and a creator.
But more importantly, I DO NOT believe that other religions are untrue or tools of the devil. If only people of various religions would choose to see, there are more common than there are differences in all major religions of the world.
Gandhi said " Religions are different roads converging to the same point. What does it matter that we take different roads so long as we reach the same goal? In reality there are as many religion as there are individuals."
I am amazed and inspired by the idea that we are all more alike and connected than we know. And religion in the modern day has become a divisive tool. But perhaps one day, we may see that we really aren't that different. And perhaps one day, differences and questions will be treasured along with the notion that within all these diversity there is an underlying universality that binds us. And that despite all our different paths and surfaces, there is a common root from which humanity springs. Godspeed this day.
By: Nippy | Sunday, July 24, 2005 at 1:42 PM | |
I'm currently feeling super home-sick. More than a mere longing to be home. It is the realization that this notion of 'home' is not permenant, nor is it stable. It is not where your family is, it is more complex than that. My family is right here with me, it is not the country I miss. KNowing that you have a home is the understanding and belief that no matter how far you roam that 'home' is stable and rooted. IT is the anchor of your being, almost the root of your soul. No matter where you are, it is the magnet that draws you back, that lets you know who you are. You will feel the most extreme feeling of home-sickness when you realize that your home might not exist any longer. Or that this home is no longer a reality. Home-sickness has to do with one's identity. That's why I feel that refugees and exiles suffer the worst kind of home-sickness. The kind of longing but inacessibilty of that notion of 'home' is, in my opinion, what being home-sick is really about.
Feeling at home is also the freedom to act as you wish, not feel obliged to be polite, or work extra hard just to prove that you belong. That is why I feel that migrants will always seek to prove themselves on foreign soil, but will never feel that they are enough merely being themselves. Sometimes, it is that extra look, the secret glance, or that slip of a strange accent that betrays you. The fact that the other party will still try to polite, and try to convince you that you belong. But the fact that it has been awkward. Sometimes, it is more than sensitivity, it is the very existence of this sensitivity that makes it uncomfortable. It is this being sensitive that lets you know this is not your home.
It is also that space you carve out which belongs to you and is strengthend by your memory. You know this place is your home because this is the place you carved out with your friends and family. It is that path you have walked for the past 10 yrs to and from the MRT. It is the people you have met more than once on the same train, adn the smiles of acknowledgement that ensues.
IT is your old secondary school. It is the you you are so familiar with. Wearing ugly shirts and shorts. The places, you have seen them change. The tree outside your window that grew with you, and you watched it. If someone tells you, that from some day onward, this place is no longer going to be yours, and it will no longer be relevant in your future, merely an irrelevant memory of the past. And you are also told that you will have to start anew some place else, somewhere, you know almost nothing of, that was never a part of your memory. That had no place for you, but you have to make a new space from nothing. You will have this strong longing for home. Perhaps, then you will look at your home with a new kind of love and longing. And perhaps even shed a tear or two that nothing is permenant in this world. But then, you move on. And then you will do what needs to be done.
By: Nippy | Wednesday, July 20, 2005 at 9:11 AM | |
School will be starting soon... Guess I would not have the kind of luxury to always keep posting up here. Though I really enjoy blogging.. This private/public space for nonsense which no one really reads but it still exist nonetheless.
It is strange to travel and look at the place through the same eyes.. It is a strange kind of dislocation. Not just in time/space, the time differnce and the change of scenery is one thing, but the way of thinking is different here.. It really just amazes me people of similar genetic makeup, being placed in various corners of the Globe can turn out so differently.. [ There was this case of a pair of twins seperated at birth, but yet they still had similar destinties...but that's besides the point] Call it up-bringing, society's moulding.. Whatever. I'm beginning to really appreciate alot of things back in Singapore. For one thing, here, there is alot of ignorance regarding terrorism and Islam. I'm constantly shocked by the kind of crazy things people say on air. And the scary thing is that most people agree. And who can really blame them, whenever the issue of Islam comes up it is always tagged along with the issue of terrorism. The only contact they really have with ISlam is via nespaper (most pple here anyway). Moreover, these people here LIVED the 9/11. So how can i possibly see through their eyes? But it really shocks me and my sis. That despite the talk of HUMAN RIGHTS, there are many blatant insults/wrong conclusions pple have regarding the issue. POssibly this is because my sis and i can only see through our own eyes.
PLayed too much vidoe games these days.. RPG games are addictive..
I wonder when will I get back home. Really miss my bed and Ban mian...
I really appreciate shopping malls in SIngapore (the kind of concentrated area where you have only to walk a fw steps to get everything you need) HEre. You drive for 1/2 hour to get from one place to another. Sometimes, small is a blessing.
I miss seeing things from a high. I always feel so grounded here.. most residences have only up to 3 or 4 storeys in SF..(not talkgin about the big apple here)
HOME HOME HOME HOME
By: Nippy | Sunday, July 17, 2005 at 1:54 PM | |
AMAZED- that is what I am feeling right now for the kind of radio programs they have over here. WOW. SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY even if it's really crazy/extremist/conservative/religious/crap-shit/politically-motivated. I guess that it is what freedom of speech demands? I heard 2 religious channels on radio. THey had chat shows where callers can call in for their religious problems (mind you, it is CHristianity, that have this priviledge) How to deal with gossipy bible groups. And how to handle tricky issues of differing dominations... Strange but kind of cool. I even heard the fundamentalist/consevatives arguing for the case that evolutionary theory is unfounded. They were promoting creational theory. They had snippets where they gave facts (such as how frogs reproduce) and suggested time and chance could not have programed the frogs like such-it had to be planned by the will of God. (Of course this is theoretically possible..but it just seems strange to hear this on radio). "CREATIONAL MOMENTS" or something along that line.
There were also political say-what you want to say shout out programs. MAn it was strange. Heard this wierdo guy talk a whole bunch of crap and alluding to the old testament regarding the issue of terrorism and the problem of misunderstanding between the West and the Middle-east. I shall not include what they guy said cos I think it is bullshit and honestly pretty extremist.
Trashy radio programs....Wow am shown what freedom of speech quite literally means first hand. Can't say I really enjoy listening to it though. It is almost like having to listening to bullshit with respect.
By: Nippy | Wednesday, July 13, 2005 at 2:21 PM | |
COld..Cool. Chilly, foggy windy. Blue skies. Free way.
PArking Parking Parking. NO PARKING.
POlitical slogans. UGly Graffities.... China town-China China CHinese. Tim sum tim sum. MORe tim sum.... FREEWAY-driving driving.
Wild folwers. Weeds. Baybridge.
Jet LAG... Headaches.
Downtown,downtown,uptown,downtown. CABLE------------------cars
tramps. madmen. Mountains-distance-speed.
Vietnamese. CHinese. JApanese. ASians. HIspanics. Breeze.
"BUSH LIES"- and bumper stickers. ETC ETC ETC.
PG&E... Sleep, sleepless, sleep,sleepless.
Time: Warped.
Morning? NIght? Morning again..
Date behind time.
today. yesterday. tomorrow. My today is ur tomorrow.
MY yesterday is your today...
Smile, smile drink some tea, smile.
Sleep, sleepless, sleep, sleepless
By: Nippy | Tuesday, July 12, 2005 at 2:42 PM | |
Hey pple! Take care till then. see if I'm too lazy to blog. If i have time and the com. I will blog!
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Time. Rushing around. Packing.-or rather stuffing. Suitcases.
Crazy security-so tight are their asses, air can't pass through
Why do pple love to travel for all that trouble?
Angry fathers shouting
"HURRY UP!" "The Taxi's waiting,it's blowing its horn"
Sound of wheels under the suitcases-echoed along corridor.
Neutral smell of airport.
Frantic search for passports.
The scares of forgetting to bring things. Sweaty palms.
Plastic-looking stewardess. narrow lanes on planes.
Cramped up in small seats. Claustrophobia?
Safety Demo-fingers crossed.
Take-off panic. Boring 14 plus hrs to burn.
Thank heavens for in-flight entertainment....
By: Nippy | Friday, July 08, 2005 at 10:45 PM | |
I often have a problem with words. It's really quite hard to explain. I always have an image in my mind when I try to communicate. But it's so hard to translate that image into spoken words. That I someimtes, find myself stammering. My mouth can't quite describe the vision in my mind. Nor can it quite catch up with my thoughts! It's so frustrating that I sometimes, choose to just nod. "Hm..Hm" in agreement. Some people speak so beautifully and naturally. That have a sense of rythmn when they speak. Their thoughts flow naturally. But I'm just can't find the words quick enough to describe my mental image. That it sometimes frustrate me. I wish I thought things out in words. But they come in pictures! URghh! I suspect that some people talk thoughts in their head, or actually visualize words when they speak. (lucky them. -probably all turned politicians or con-artist).
Just met up with my Jc pals. (Lovely bunch of pple).-[can pple be called a bunch of pple? what the hell..] Was telling them a short-story I really liked, but it was so jerky..I kept stopping to gather my thoughts. It really amazes me that pple can communicate at all. I'm sure that my mental image when translated into words and processed by their brain comes out altogether a totally different thing. Like how I used 'rock' to describe the mental picture of a small peice of jagged stone. I'm not sure how they recieved even just this single word. Will they think it a large piece of geological crust material? I can't say for sure why I didn't just use the word stone. But it felt wrong. I saw the image of a jagged. rough. small peice of rock/stone. But the word 'stone' sounds too smooth. Too pebble like. It's No wonder that I can't talk smoothly, if I even have to deliberate such a simple word in that split second.
By: Nippy | at 12:52 AM | |
Hahaha The title is suppose to be the view of the world slowed down from inside a race car! AND it is suppose to be the sound of the E86 engine... And it is also the supposed performance of the E86: Slow starter, but hey it will catch up!
I watched it today with my sister! Such a fun movie!!! I have previously watched e Hollywood "Too Fast,Too Furious". My verdict is that "INitial D" is better than the HOllywood counterpart dealing with the same topic. I like it better because:
1)The racing route in "D" is definitely better than the boring city dumpster race track of "Fast&Furious". There is something exhilarating about watching cars speeding down winding hill slopes at dawn. In an abandoned wilderness. It's so sexy!
The curves always make my heart skip a beat for some strange reason. yeah. I'll choose the natural jungle over the urban jungle anyday.
2)This movie dealt with at least some pseudo-knowledge about car engines and some laws of physics {such as} (how time slows down when a moving body speeds up in Einstein's theory of relativity-erm..yar rite..HAHAHA!)It makes the whole thing more fun to watch. All that crap about curves and speed etc..(Even though I'm sure that it is crap-eology:made up movie physics theories)
3) The video editing is freaking crazy! I love it! They kept snipping shots at such a high speed that I left the cinema a little 'car-sick'. My sister tried to go down an up-riding escalator after the movie. So did another lady from the same cinema... Strange....
4)They pulled off cool stunts. My pulse was beating irregularly during the show. Just like how they made the cars speed and spin. Somtimes charging, sometimes withholding, sometimes overtaking, slaming down hard on the accelerator. (give it some slack then reel it in fast, let it dangle a while then reel it in fast again) i caught audiences tilting + swaying their heads unconsciously during the show..(WAHAHAHA!)
5)I think I identify better with Hong Kong actors rather than HOllywood ones. And find them more attractive. [I think Edison looks good. Anthony Wong is cool.]
6)I'm glad there are no explosive car accidents. Overtime, these car explosions just become really cheesy. I wonder how long will it take for Hollywood to catch on to this fact.
yar it was a fun movie experience... And I did laugh at lame parts.
Pretty
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
By: Nippy | Tuesday, July 05, 2005 at 5:48 PM | |
Blogging. The space for our worst kind of selves to grow. A wonderful breeding ground for self-delusions. PLUS! It gives us the freedom to indulge in all kinds of fantasies about ourselves. I suspect so. Reading 1 to many of sarong Party girl's entries. I'm beginning to suspect that she is actually a really foolish girl who only sounds intelligent.(Who might not even be a girl in the first place) Come on, the strange thing about the whole blog thing is that we don't really know who is out there. Though it may seem deceptively uncomplicated. You know? The case of a fool who only sounds like she knows what she is saying? OR a drunk who claims he/she is not drunk? Or a mad person who shouts that he/she is not mad? OR a ghost who argues with the exorcist that he is really alive?
Of course there are nice. friendly. happy. sincere. blogs out there. I read plenty of them by my friends.
But some blogs make me feel like it's a space for people to grow to be their own worst creations. Like : A-DEAD-DRUNKARD-BITCHY-BITCH.
OR.
SAD-DERANGED-KILL-MYSELF-DEPRESSO.
OR.
BIMBO-ACT-CUTE-PINK-PRINCESS.
OR.
OH-SO-DEEP-PHILOSOPHER-DEEP-THINKER.
OR.
HATE-THE-WHOLE-FUCKING-STUPID-WORLD-CYNIC.
OR.
PORN-QUEEN-WANNABE-EXHIBITIONIST.
OR.
ESCAPE-FROM-MY-VERY-MUNDANE-EXISTENCE-BLOGGER.
I think this blog falls into one of these ugly categories. (Try taking a pick from the above choices)I'm sad abt this. I'm quite frankly starting to hate this whole enterprise.
YOu know how somethings should never be seen? Those ugly things you think? OR those crazy thoughts or stupid philosophies you make up yourself about the world around you? These weird creatures living in the dark cracks of your mind should (FOR THE GOOD OF THE REST OF THE WORLD)never ever make their appearances? Blogging gives them the freedom to sometimes come creeping, flying, bursting out.
Blogging is a bit creepy in that sense. It's taking a tour around into people's outlook and their viewpoint of their world/life/cup of coffee. Terrible. Terrible experience sometimes. Looking around too much does something strange to your brain.
You end up feeling a little like me right now: Creeped out +disgusted+ Disappointed+ tempted to destroy my own blog.
Hope this feeling goes away. IF not the title of this blog is not going to remain a question but a statement. The only question is whether it will be end of this blog or the end of my sanity.
By: Nippy | Sunday, July 03, 2005 at 7:04 PM | |
Lives in me. It sometimes comes breaking out like a crazed beast.
And the cage is too small to contain it.
The savage foams at its mouth. Tear things from
Limb to Limb
Disfigure and maul,
A storm throwing its full force on a pebble
It screams and raves.
Roars and spit,
Wanting to destroy,
and break,
even itself.
Howling and stomping,
tearing the dark into fiery little pieces,
Then it explodes into flames.
Burning.
Knowing no pain
Only anger.
Till it burst into a million little pieces
Simmering in the distance
they freeze into stars.
Cold and harsh.
tasting like ashes in the mouth.
It stares in hatred, always with that indignant blue light.
Turning sour. The Anger throbs,
swells,
Then dies. With only the stars as its witness.
Overtime, even they turn to dust.
By: Nippy | Saturday, July 02, 2005 at 12:13 AM | |
