satu.malam

a short, simple get-away.
to a world where the edges are rougher, and where order is given a thorough mocking.
tastes are much more down to earth, and they make do with less.
they strive to make it perfect, though it can be seen that no matter, it would always be otherwise.
much as how the reminders of an ambitious sprit lay in waste, frozen, against the backdrop of rolling hills of make-do slums.
cynicism of the human spirit can only sum up so far.
different faces, to the different boundaries set to them.

the first: the resigned.
think of those who force children to play the card of sympathy and compassion, in getting a few wads of handouts.

the second: chained, are those whose spirits are indeed trapped by their physical lackings.
think of blind mothers, led to live and move by their young sons.
think of those whose limbs are not there.

the third: optimists
think of the those who hold the positive spirit to go on and strive for betterment.
masseuses who went for training in foot reflexology.
buskers who entertain street diners, with the most sincerest of smiles and demeanour.

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foot.reflexology seemingly doing wonders.
but is it?
after a prolonged session of pain, it is only logical that once it stops, the relief is quite magnified.

while we had fun,
someone somewhere couldnt sleep because someone is somewhere else.

:)