long commute.

this is old isnt it? heh. king of lendu road. :D

have you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? it makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. how many moments of other people's lives had we been in. or when we're apart of someone's life when their dream came true. or were we there, when their dreams died? did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? or did the shock take us by surprise? just think, you can be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it.
and i love you people for being in mine. when i sway between elation and depression. or yet turned into lunatic asylums that strangles mentally using pink warmers or being intrinsically nosy. nonplussed, calm was always restored. i love yous!