Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Thursday, February 04, 2010

You name it.

It has always been the same, hasn't it? All the shit, and the shit. We walk our own life? Baloney. We can walk through walls and do whatever we want, but we have no reign over those shit happenings that are caving in. So is it at all, a blessing for us to be human beings? Would I be better off as a..
I. A piece of metal
II. An organ
III. A ball of yarn
IV. A speck of dust

Or perhaps something people would admire, like..
I. A twinkle star
II. A commercial plane
III. A carousel
IV. The moon

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