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Thursday, June 26, 2008

to break free from the womb, no more amniotic fluid but real living cells. unprotected. unconventional.

i wonder if it's the society that influenced us or us shaping the society.

like what we are doing spendin our youth, the age of un-extinguishable energy, following society's norm and our mums' words? for i think all those certificates, qualifications only, mind you, only show good you are stuffing otherwise pointless stuff in your mind and regenerating in exams. that's all. is intelligence measured by how much you can remember or the ability to survive the rat race?

it's not cos we dunno how poisonous it is to follow. we ain't blind. just simply afraid. defeated. and over the yrs, simply lost e will to fight. it's sick. to see generations after getting weaker n weaker in the mind. our forefathers climbed trees all the way up to the canopies, we are contented with the undergrowth.

what for?

we are young. we live once. only once. why the hestitation?

i want to hitchhike. not just anywhere, but here. here in our sunny island. i wanna know how many taxis i have stopped before successfully gettin home. or will i even get home?

does it feel like we haven't never been alive?
sputnik spunned @6:17 PM