wouldn't it be so much easier if we could pay a penny for somebody's thoughts?
...but where's the challenge in it? there would be no thrill.. no excitement.. no mystery....
nonetheless I like to seek for answers... answers that could have been given to me if I only asked the right questions... or maybe if I took the time to listen, coz the answers were already blatantly handed to me but I was so blind to see... or i saw it but i was to stubborn to accept... i don't know... sometimes i'm crazy or a bit unwell
it frustrates me when i don't get answers (that's why i'm writing this! i'm ranting!) i dont know if i deserve to know... why? because i wasn't there at the right place (right matrix in cyberspace to be exact) and at the right time (ugh.. time is GOLD! really! i need like 36 hours in my day!) i feel unworthy even if i know i should not (i dont know.. i'm confused)
I need a penny... we only have MOP in Macau!