~카 구 라 요 ~

it’s when people breathing

it’s when they feel each other presence

it’s when one person fall another would raise

its when they walk through every second, minute, hour, day, week, year, decade, century.. etc

it’s when they talk to each other, spreading up the news

it’s when the younglings learn for their future, and the olds learn from the past

it’s when interaction made between two organic matter

it’s when people can feel the warmth of day and cool of nights

it’s when people can see light and darkness and they have the option to choose what they want

well, too much complication of life in today’s world. and it’s people has been confused before they even realised. so many negative aspects over positive one and more human can’t even differentiate them. it’s too chaotic. 

is the only way is to escape? i guess that’s the easiest and quickest way to clean own hand. who knows… what’s lies beneath after life. will there be any peaceful life? or long lasting dream? or just a dark matter?

so many news of unhappy end, and yet people don’t learn from it. or perhaps it’s the trend? so, what will the world end up like?

is this how people think now? selfness. because, if you don’t think for yourself first, you will be the victim of others. when people think for oneself, they’re not just hurting the people surround, but also themselves. pity for those who can’t take it anymore, as the burdens are just too heavy, only short cuts is the only way to escape.ironically, there are many ways to do so.. and human has been given freewill to decide for their own.

wish if people listen more and start from the very early of humanities. although this sounds dumb, people need to rely to others so problems can be solved with ease.

too many people, too many problems, and yet we still need our privacy. i think that’s the problem.

people have wall surround, it’s not to close oneself, but to see who cares enough to tear them down. 

Having dinner in many places, but mostly all asian, and had so much difficulties in finding meals

Watching at the fallen stars: red, green, yellow and the marks on the road too.. it just like sewing patterns!

Visiting many libraries, just to prove that I’m a geek

Play table tennis till 1 of the balls went out from the window and dunno where it went

Watching movies although I closed my eyes most of the time

Nudge on the computer till it went frozen

Sending so much sms till my bill over the limit

Talk all the crap most the time, even though sometime I don’t know the meaning, or when I use lots of wrong terms n grammars

But most of all,

….having company to keep me accompanied…

you’re not my diary, nor brother

you’re not my teacher who can give me lecture

or boss who can give me instructions and view my confidential papers

you’re not even my buddy…

and even sometime i think, you don’t have any right and authority to find out about me

why i was so dumdum letting it out? you are mean and made me upsad most the time

and i still forgive you

although you don’t trust me, i put mine without doubt

till now

they’re all because you are my friend…

There was a doll, just an ordinary doll. It wasn’t made by porcelain nor silk. Just so ordinary that you could say that it may be from the op shop.

The owner likes to play with it, and for sure this doll likes to play along too. She gave many different names for different story line, she made her doll became a princess who waits for prince charming, or she made the doll becoming a knight who fights for survival. Sometimes, they go to places to discover new scenes from many different angles, they play tea and munchies, brunch and supper, and even try to be a chef.

Each day the stories always different, but to think that way, it’s good to have different colour in life~!

One day, her friends teased that she had an op shop toys. So she put the doll in the cupboard and left it there….

Day by day, although she plays with her doll (not that very often now), there are differences when playing with it. The doll no longer becomes anyone else. Perhaps the owner doesn’t have any more desires to play with it anymore, as she realizes that her toy just came from the op shop, has bit of wear and tear. “Only silly people would play with that kind of toy” she thought…

Moral of the story is: It’s good to think that the owner has grown up and thinks differently, people change, and has to be, as they need to be part in the community. But the question is: what happens to the toy? Meaning.. What happen to all the memories that have been made up; wouldn’t it be sad to think back again… or… is it better to erase the memories permanently? And move on.. only time will be able to fade all the impacts