Gone with the wind

Some came, and brought luck.

They left, and took luck with them.

How to make 'joys'

When I was 15, there was more freedom to choose. If I had chose UK, would it make me any different than I am now? It's just amazing how different life can be depending on what we choose. Left, right, forward. Basically choices are made of three parts, simple, sweet, devastatingly important. It affects the whole body of people you meet, the whole career in front of you, the whole person you become. Imagine thousands of thousands of thousands of choices we have to make everyday, from choosing where to eat to choosing whether to commit suicide, small to big, vague to specific, easy to hard. Imagine the consequences of those thousands of choices that will have an effect on the other thousand of upcoming choices...haizz, sometimes it's just too hard to start from scratch, isn't it?

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Poor you, spider, but i've got no other way than to put my strategic pr book on u, 'cuz u scared the shit outta me and i happen to be the human here :( if it were the other way i'd bet you'd kill me too, if ur living in a house in the city and there is no other equipment to help release u into the nature. Sorry for being a student of communications but i dont know a thing about animal communications and have to resort to killing.

Memories

There are wicked relationships that I've been told I shouldn't get myself into.

Though I very much want them defined, they cannot be.

I would relive those rainy afternoons, or those silent nights that creep into my heart.

Just for the sake of being in them again.

I would listen to our music.

To find a note we both could cling on.

And maybe to pick out a song

To say what has been forgotten

Along the way

There could be regrets and there could be one-way roads,

That lead to nowhereness and far from each other.

Tell me, how could I turn back time?

Back to where, I don't know, we still laughed?

You

Many men can say nice things to me, but only you are willing to do what has been said.

Upon faithfulness

It is not about the strange stroke of hair, or a different body odour, it is about the foreign ideas about love, about passion, about intimacy, about self, that implants onto the mind upon an adventure of infidelity. It takes time to get adapted, but sometimes fears takes over this process, and what is left, is a turmoil of emotions.

Beauty

Saturday morning.

Cloudy & gray sky.

Raining.

Lookin' out the window. Listening to the drops.

Still don't know what to do and how to decide.

But who cares, it's a beautiful morning, no sun, beautiffffulll.