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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Red Rooftops ::

:: Red Rooftops ::


I sit, agape, at the vast expanse of red rooftops,

The typical three to four storey-ed narrow houses

That is stacked to one another like

Dominoes about to fall.

And then there were the lakes.

Still. Calm. Dotted with the occasional

Swan boats; rather reminiscent of the eighties

There is no sound.

As I sit, agape.

It feels like something portent

Is about to happen.

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where is this place at? is it SG?

don't mind me, but do you seriously think that? and muse about things? or is this all in retrospect?

actually. it happens now and then, at the most unexpected moment. everything stops to a still, and a snapshot in taken in the mind.

and then life goes on again.

you don't suppose animals do that, do you? i wonder if our family dog does that. stops to go "wow, etc etc etc blah blah blah" and then trots to go take a shit at his favorite patch of green.

i'm inclined to believe that the more one thinks the less one lives. the more one plans, the less one learns.

it's poetic, but it might be total horsehit too. hard to tell. hindsight is 20/20, so i guess i won't really know until i'm dead and gone.

I thought I saw u in Osaka recently. Or was it a case of mistaken identity? =]

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