Down and out in the air-conditioned nation...

I miss being in a place where while your day isn't going well and it's blistering cold outside, all you need to do is just to have a cuppa hot tea in your hands and some nice music playing in the background to keep you warm and give you that fuzzy feeling that makes you think...well, things aren't so bad. It will be okay.

It's the simpleness of the moment that's so alluring, and so easy to get if you're in the right place. But living in a city where it doesn't exist, where everything has been shaped or molded to be a certain way that makes it by its very nature 'un-simple'...well, it makes you a little sad.

Air-conditioning just isn't the same thing.

Wake up and smell the burnt coffee...

I set off to change the world,
But alas, the world instead changed me.
I tried best to make a difference,
Sadly, things were not to be.

Is it naive to be optimistic,
Though with a pessimistic mind?
To believe good things indeed result,
from the determination of human kind.

As I lament sorrow of the passing,
Of that last true breath of hope.
The distant dream of a better future,
Lost at the moment when I woke.