Saturday, September 27, 2008

walao. my skin is still a cow with no legs.

another mundane book out. i swear i was so tired and i was walking so slowly that people must have thought i was mad. cus u know book outs are usually the kinda things that work more healing miracles than Benny Hinn. u know, the lame dont just walk, they run. and it just pisses me off that book outs matter more then taking something meaningful or purposeful out of ns life. sometimes i look at the octs in safti, and i always ask myself 2 questions, wad would have happened if i realised this earlier and wad would have happened if my knee didnt get screwed. anyway. back to meaningful and purposeful ns life. i mean like book outs are essential. u need to spend time with ur loved ones and so on. i would probably be quite miserable without book outs but i earnestly pray that the whole world stop pining for book outs and relentlessly chasing them at the expense of responsibility and work quality.

and so i was taking that slow walk down the road thats in the middle of the vehicle holding areas which was the short cut to the guard house. i looked at the markings oo the floor which resembled that of a badminton court. it can never be removed. wad will fail are attempts to conceal. and even if these attempts succeed. the road will never look the same again. looking at that markings of the badminton court made me imagine what this place could have been before it was converted to a vehicle holding area and the memories and fun people could have shared here. heh. its kinda like our lives aye. even if we decide to move on, there will be some things that can never be removed. covering and concealling will forever change us. and wad remains are thoughts of wad has been or wad could have been. so today. repaint the lines or let them fade to black ... i wonder

|cowpoo| 11:02 AM|

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