subject: time.
time: 8:34am
music: love me tender - norah jones
mood: workaholic.

strange endless parades
we go thru the motions
only to become them
there are no gardens there
nothing pretty
nothing to tend to
only streets wearing costumes
leading to nowhere.

sometimes we'll hide away from this
when we think
there's nothing to fear
we close our eyes until we form
a new place with
earthly things
faerie rings
live our dreams
theres nothing to fear
we can fly back to the stars
[969 bus ride to work - 30/06/2005; 7:11am]

our lives are made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by these hours, our knowledge is measured by years. we grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. we rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. and yet, your time runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks, months, years and decades, have been spent the best they possibly could. in other words, if you could change anything, would you?

everything is spinning around us; ambitions, careers, secret wishes, expectations on pedestals, family, friends, lovers... you just feel like screaming "STOP!" so you could look around and re-arrange your life. see, society permits nothing such. and this really is a cruel virtue entailed with having to live in a fast paced world.
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gdmorning world.
yanleen, joanna and i been resonating what we think is singing (but really its howling) to whitney houston's "i have nothing". its on repeat and is playing for its 13th time this morning. heh =)