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Tuesday, October 06, 2009

and then more to come, in patterns of alteration.

everyone should give ris low a break.
i dont know very much about the saga but i know everyone deserves a second
(or even third) chance especially if they have shown that they have been trying
to be better. and as for the spoken language,
stop blaming us who speak lousy english
because we have been taught bad english.

the rain is a warmer day and the sun is a colder one.
i cant decide which i prefer because neither is pleasurable at all.

i cant stand myself for not being able to decide,
but i cant stand people who make decisions but walk all over them after that, even more.

i didnt realise that i have no more weekends left, here,
in this apartment that i sit right now.
i didnt think i will be so comfortable in this shell that i have been hiding in,
for a good few months that i loathed this place and
what it has piled upon my shoulders and then back.
i honestly believe that i might actually miss it, one day.
and one day is ten nights away.

more than a decade ago, i used to run quite fast. i can still run,
reasonably fast these days, just short of the distance and stamina.
but i know that howover slow i do, you wont stroll over to catch up, with me.

i thought that i have been safely lifted off a distane pretty far away
from the sphere of advertising and to be more precised,
the sentimental part of brain storming, spontaneous ideas,
w.i.p (work in progress) sessions, draft and re-drafts, triple re-amendments,
client versus creativity, passion versus demand and ulitmately me versus that other me.
but it has been haunting me, and i disgustingly miss it.

today, i told someone - please, stop saying. just do it.

posted by peenutkew  # 21:34
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