this is growing up.

Cheerscheers tom got my call of heart answered. Till then.

Episodes of eerie happenings have already been pieced up within to churn a sense of premonition which I fight hard - not to believe. I pray that its not subtle warnings of a great peril coming - and, oh we shouldn't have, we shouldn't have. We heard it like a mantra: Look forward and not back. That's the only option we have left, babies - its just K-for-Karma - and this is our nemesis.

How I love word-therapy when I'm down. But at times, you just get more down on its insolvency to get your meaning/feelings across. Why does the in-betweens of black&white &the obvious have to be conspicuously spelt out - so which part of us does the ingrained creativity and sensitivity live in? It is supposed to be inbred but for some people, it just went missing.