The daily frustrations rise to a crescendo.
And then its time to go back home. aka the fall.
The morning sun brings smiles (when its sunny) and glum (when it pours)
Its like an external force pulls the strings.
Or is it supposed to be that way?
Life, it seems, really is a stage.
hmmm...
I wonder if I am a good actor
If I fair well
I think I do
That why I am still in the plot
Oh wait a minute!
I did loose the plot...FUCK!
I dont like the sound of this keyboard.
Pencil scratching paper is soo much better.
Its a bitter sweet symphony.
HA! Its life!
I do wonder sometimes,
If its worth it.
But then the external force never fails to surprise me.
What a joke. Thank god I do have a sense of humor.
Talk about being humble.
*sigh*
No matter how carefully I keep my headphones,
They always, ALWAYS entangle.
Its a struggle
I must have spoiled atleast 40 pairs.
Rest in peace dear ones, I still love you.
I think that can never run out of blabber.
But then I do fall short of words sometimes.
And these days,
Most of the times.
Dear god, when will I be satisfied?
