thoughtful disdain

heh.
a new phase.
wassup. nothing new's the norm.
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blog entry created at Takashimaya's Staff Canteen
9th June 2005 A.D
1736hrs
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sitting here, just observing the workers of this huge japanese conglomerate of sorts.
a self-claimed capitalistic system. (i disagree)

to feed, to doze, to chase the much needed naps. the desperate snore fix.
the huge frenzy that rushes in, tired legs. the frantic rush against time to catch up the gossips between staffs, whos who. point and corner stares.
then there's the occasional loner, lost and who breaths and thrives in solitude in the the make-believe world of cheers.

does it matter, this ever-filled frenziness, fuzzing with zero identities, the very souls that powered this comes and goes, like leaves on a century-old oak.

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Underneath all these gossiping, just hidden from the senses, from thoughts, the wails of broken families, surviving victims of wrecks, of endless solemness abd love-hate games. so human, it seems, this place oozes with the essence of the yearn of fairness, envy and nano-scopic dosages od contentment.

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the re-energised crowds leaves and comes again. almost like a breathing pair of lungs, with hour-long cyclic existance, stopping only when the night comes to rest. the melancholy cheers of the roaches and mices.









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Life's pretty much a plain doasi now. six day weeks, i plough on, ain't seem that bad, considering the well-deep trips of thoughts on the bus en-route and from work. that occasional blind man, irritating grannys, limping mynahs, and nuclear-powered crying machines (babies). timid maids too.
the fabric of smooth-thread boredom silk, ever changin colours that feels the same, the fingers of bored mind.
smile on darkad.
Jamming sessions peppers my world, the much needed outlet. its working well, darkad. the upcoming force that the rock sonic world gotta reckon with.
sighs.
'nough said.

thanks mich, for tolerating my nonsense. just this june. for the money. the stuff that matters not when u're with me.
i promise thee, phuket's paradise. it is already one. in our collective mind, it had already begin. the trip we look forward to..
thanks. thee God.
bless the world on.

till laters'


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