– I’m ready for Revenge!!!
– Challenge accepted…
– 🙂
– 😉

What revenge?!! I lost again…

S

– Shall we or shall we not?!
– Why not? Let’s take a cab.
It’s snowing… We are waiting…
– There is a cab right over there.
Waiting again… This time for the passenger to get off… He is slow…
– Bloody hell, it’s bloody freezing!
Still waiting…
– Hold on a sec, Where the hell is the driver?! There is no driver!
There wasn’t… The passenger was the driver… An explosion of laughter…

Based on a true story… Experienced by SNS on February the fourth, two thousand and six… A cold winter day…

S

No Comment…

S

Rain’s dropping on the glass ceiling and I’m singing; refreshing the memories… The memories that every each of us have at some point in our lives… The reminders of the light and the dark old days… The ones that fortunately or unfortunately remain and never die…

If you give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

— JM

Will catch you guys later… Till then enjoy the rain…

S

February the second, two thousand and six… I’m thanking the man above that the month of January is over… Too much to handle… The year two thousand and six just started… It only began for me…

Big Smile…

S

The reason for the sadness of this modern age and the men who live in it is that it looks for the truth in everything and finds it.” — Edmond and Jules de Goncourt

The other night, while sushi-ing with a friend, I came across with a poem. Fell in love with it. Wrote it down as quickly as possible on “THE” envelope hidden somewhere inside my bag. More stuff was written on the other side of the envelope already. The stuff that put me into trouble. The ones that changed my mind… S

In these moments
I wonder
at the time spent
in a daze with the truth in front of my face

In the circle’s dance
round the plant’s trance
anything could happen
to the human race
disappear without a trace…
and the galaxies dance on
to the tune played again

From your door
you step out in trust
that I will be there for you.
Again.

I never left.
You did.
In desire to experience what you did not know…

— Dawn Dancing Free