waterworks

i'm still hurting, actually. i've accepted the fact that i could cry on cue.

it would be heartwarming to go home during these times. see the young brothers. let the tears roll and visit my parents at the hills. but nah, i'm stuck in one of the most multi-cultural cities in the world, absorbing all the rumbles and gripes of the frivolous sandbars. i know all my contacts in the wide universe are stamped with daily precariousness, making it so impossible to compose a very simple e-mail. the climate is filled with stress and tension. in every frown and unnecessary squawks, there sometimes lies a lucid and sunny disposition. but it's very rare. it's sweet to meet a generous soul. an unselfish persona who tinkers the mind not only with the numbers and the words, the elusive louis vuittons, the obsessive pursual for leonardo dicaprio's (or his ilk's) unbridled devotion (brad pitt is a boring interview) and to reach the top of the career ladder which could be stifled when a subordinate wins tens of millions in one lottery. there are certainly entities who value the style and symmetry of the human spirit. our lives could be in direr straits.

my eyes are now aching badly. but i still got a warm body to hug.