running the race.

Monday, August 28, 2006

a lifestyle that is filled with epicurean.
how interesting can that be?
from that very few coins, the taste of certain food brings delight into our soul.
Such ravishing sensation cannot be described by few mere words.
it's a feeling that hovers around the heart.
as much as i enjoy such epicure lifestyle, i abhor the consequences.
many hours have to be spent on strenous movements, which results in a flood of perspiration that rolls.
but still, i see the value of doing so. =)

something that is still bothering me ever since few minutes ago.
though it seemed trivial but it makes my head goes banging real damn hard.
to a person comment on if we are happy to see such devastating results.
firstly, i comprehend that many of the times humans have the capability to play with words.
e.g. telling them the tea is nice DOES NOT MEAN they are asked to drink the tea.
thus likewise, i do not understand why do they pushed the blame to those people who told them that the tea was nice, but it was all along their decision to drink it. so why using wth and wtf.
its the drinker decision, and the owner made it extremely clear to the person on the reason for decision.
so to that very person who choose to drink that very cup of tea, it's extremely rude and unscrupulous of you.
in order to vent your anger, you did such a profanity manner.
more than that, the drinker says that we do not know what the true taste of the tea.
but then again, how are we supposed to know if that very drinker, does not tell anyone of us how does it taste like.
then now, that drinker just lifts all the blame to the owner, WTB. WHAT THE BRAINS.
drinkers, do not push the blame onto others when you choose not to let the others know about it.
trying to hide that ya have drank it before and keeping that face as if nothing has ever happened, will be exposed.
so now, it's exposed.

drinker,
one type of tea that none of us can buy, its within the heart. drinker, oh you drinker, what's the smell of the tea now? green tea or earl gray? peppermint?. yet, i smelled none of those mention. But only a heart that is filled with shattered pieces or glasses, blood and tears. sometimes, we cannot exactly blamed the people around us, we choose to let this heart be so fragile. The glass will break and shatter into uncountable pieces when it falls off. Now dear drinker, who can mend it for you. the truth is, piercing all those words doesn't make anything better. so what do you gain, but mocking others? happy? or even more bitter. Drinker, you have drank the tea you made. Someone just realized that the tea ought not to be kept any longer, thus threw it away. Your perspective on it is such that we hate this cup of tea. It was for your good. Even as i speak, i comprehend that rampant questions and critics builds up in the reservior of your heart. all i can say is this, would you give this heart to him. let a divine exchange come in.
david.

even as i speak, my heart just pours out for you.
a sudden compassion rises within.
you matter.

davidhoe

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