Anarchic Lady

So quickly it came and left. Maybe in this world nothing is more important than the lost of confidence. Suddenly, everything hopeful is left with nothing but emptyness. Is there nothing to be done? Why no matter how hard, it cannot be accomplish. This unfinished task, when can it be fulfilled? Really, there is no other way to resolve this. Can it be kept the same or it has to change just like it should. Nothing can be done anymore. Let it change then.

Why is the world so unfair. Rich people stay rich and the poor gets poorer. Sometimes the hunger for money and power is so stronge that you think you are gonna stop breathing for that moment and absorbe the negative thoughts that life would be better if we were richer.

For Richer For Poorer

I wonder if this logic remains true. Can someone in this society really remain faithful without power and money. Maybe somewhere out there, Standford's wives exists.

I can't believe it! After laying off writing for so long, the sense of wanting to tell my story once again is too unbelivable. I thought I could hold on to the urge of exploding but I guess I failed. Maybe there are too many things happening around me that I cannot say out loud but only in writing I can express myself. Still . . . can slient be the best way to keep things simple? I ponder.

Oridinary note:

Good Morning Missy! Time to wake up and start afresh. There is a long day ahead of us. Don't want Mr Sunshine to wait for you. Get up! Get up!