Wednesday, April 16, 2008
GRUMPYPOST
Sometimes, I really, really, hate being stuck in this place.
Stuck in this place where trees are made of concrete, the "sceneries" are fake, and the good weather never lasts. [If there even is good weather]
In this place where old women push you and call you blind on the MRT, in a place where everything is repainted to look "good".
In this place where were the kids are lifeless and their idea of fun is mugging, and being "grounded" isn't a punishment, it's a part of this meaningless mass of crap we call LIFE.
In this place where we're missing out on so much.
Stuck in this place where trees are made of concrete, the "sceneries" are fake, and the good weather never lasts. [If there even is good weather]
In this place where old women push you and call you blind on the MRT, in a place where everything is repainted to look "good".
In this place where were the kids are lifeless and their idea of fun is mugging, and being "grounded" isn't a punishment, it's a part of this meaningless mass of crap we call LIFE.
In this place where we're missing out on so much.
// posted by w.h.y. @ 5:57 AM 
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