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One day at a time.

One sad evening, I made a wish to be a florist.

When was that sad evening, it is not now of course, but perhaps just now. It rained beautifully, it is raining still. You know how in the movie, it has to pour to make a scene dramatic. Oh, that is! perhaps, I am just being dramatic, there is no sadness after all. Just a normal evening, the sun is just leaving, and the moon is idly rising. I'm sure they blew each other a kiss twice a day. At dawn, and just about now... at dusk. Oh dear, what a faithful couple but never would be together.

It's good to be home around these hours, especially after days of working around the clock. The clock should learn to work around us. Why must we go about complying to something we invented. Stupid head, it is not the  clock you're abiding, it's the time. Ouh yeaaah! there goes my little voice. She is a lot cleverer sometimes, talks too much though, especially when I am quiet.

Words to me could be like gasses sometimes. Have you ever tried holding your fart? Say in a public space... or are you a kind of fart-and-leave person? eeeew! Okay, here's what I am trying to say. I hate buckling all my feelings down, it hurts... but it is apart of being an adult that you must learn to not to say everything. It all will eventually go away. Or sometimes, they turn into something else, like a... uhm.. a blog post. ahaha.

Hey, you know that sometimes when I have to come home later than 12 midnight, I get worried of turning ugly. Somebody is still stuck in the childhood it seems. ahaha. Na ah, It's just fun playing some silly games such as that in your head. Make believe of something that wasn't true. Like believing the person who says he cares for the environment really gives a damn about it. You see, sometimes people just say thing that they think is the right thing to say or what people want to hear when truth is; the opposite. 

And people, don't look down on Pluto. A friend recently shared a song he wrote/sang about pluto which subsequently reminded me of a cinematic documentary of the planet which I watched in Melbourne Scienceworks few months ago. God I miss Melbourne. My firends, just because someone else is smaller, dimmer, younger or perhaps far from you... doesn't mean he/she is not affected and can always be forgiving of everything you, do or say to her/him. Maybe pluto isn't a planet after all. But it's oval orbit makes the whole lot of solar system very interesting...and what I like most about pluto is, it is independent. It circulates the sun in oval like a boss. ahaha. 

It is dark now. Day by day passes just like that. So, this is how we grow old. 

Be happy. Maybe someday I can still be a florist. Cheers =)

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