Tuesday, January 18, 2011

When they run out of ideas,


they'd literally build anything, even a tit. lol wtf.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

2011

on eve's the family clan sat down round the long table and played cards. among the chatter and the cheers when a good hand of cards come into play, I heard my uncle said how the people in their time used to celebrate. someone in the neighborhood would throw a party in the house, send out invitations and friends would bring along their crush or their partners to come along. and they would dance and party and move along with the funky beats that ripple across the house from the throbbing speakers. and one could not help but to imagine the clothes that they wear, the hairdo and the make up they put on, and the old school dance moves that they have. and then not much longer in future years the role changes and the audience become the storyteller and someone younger becomes the audience.

the past is behind and a new year offers a chance to let go and to reform and to change. and to let go of all the negative thoughts and desires and memories that intoxicate the mind. then accepting the fact of growing up and then start to act like one. and finally now, to change out of my sleeping clothes wtf.

then I end this post with a line used countless times before - ah. how time flies.