Crossroads are hard When the time comes to move Sometimes you crash hard Trying to stop the hands of time Which way do I go? Or should I not move at all? Stay rooted in time Stuck in the moment Should I turn back? And run into the arms Of old and safe Be content and sane Crossroads are hard Lead you to the unknown Either way we trudge Is sunshine over there? The crossroads don't tell Perhaps either way Its darkness all around
I'm cringing as I type this entry, colleagues (married ones) are talking about when they first consumated their marriage. One said hers was a month after her wedding, due to her menses and timing of their honeymoon. Urrgh, too much information. I'm just keeping quiet.
posted by Resurrected @ 17:01
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A young man from humble beginnings trying to make sense of this mind boggling world. Sometimes a perfectionist, mostly a dreamer. But finds it easier to be practical. Despise tardiness and dishonesty. Loves a good conversation or debate.
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Ugh... hate it when that happens. When conversation you're hearing makes you feel like yelling out "Oh SHUSH! I do NOT need to hear this!"
Like this makcik in my office who insists on telling us about her husband's mole which got infected and is now filled with yellowish.. - you get the point.
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