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Sunday, January 04, 2009'♥

there is always this hype about the new year that catches on people, as quickly and almost fatalistic , as a flu bug, a renewal of hope that re-hinges to people almost only once a year. 
For reasons, i really do not comprehend otherwise, i find myself cringing in the tacky make-belief joys and peace,especially so when nothing much about this world has changed year after year. We hope to drink,make merry and perhaps spending new year's day in entirety of a stranger's bedroom,calls to orgasm which unfortunately be the wake-up call to the reality -to the unchanged chaos in our ordered world.

the thing is,for one, days are still going to pass, with us going to fulfill our responsibilities at work,in school, in the home we are fortunately/unfortunately bound to. Nothing is going to change , except that perhaps new responsibilities that be conferred onto us,or old responsibilities taking a new turn in the spectrum of endless responsibilities.

that said, till the day , i find myself at the cross road of liberation, a chance to choose an outcome of the infinite possibilities, and be stripped of responsibilities , i  do not cheers and toasts to the new year.

and did i say?
happy new year to all.

9:32 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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