September 4, 2003

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  This is Ibirapuera Park, São Paulo- Brazil~photos   waterfall i wonder if anyone else notices the fountain. that sits lonesomely beside some underpass entrance to the esplanade, along the walk from city hall to fullerton area. i hate it when they stop the flow of the water whenever i’m there. i mean what’s a fountain for when basic feature of it doesn’t even function most of the time? i wonder.  anyway, it’s a nice place to sit around and talk. maybe even lying on the hard concrete floor, watching the clouds move gradually with the wind and the occasional trishaw guys past with techno music volume-up to the highest to attract silly tourists. the flowers that bloomed so ever sweetly seemed like some fake plastic plants lining the long walkway in bright yellow and white. time was and will never be a major factor. it’s a rare tranquility in the midst of the bustling urban district. nicely hidden yet noticable.  a place to say a last good bye. a place to talk about dreams. a place to set the next unknown meeting time. a place to memorise the curve of his nose and the sparkle of those blue-green iris. a place to crush the remaining pack of menthol lights and swear never to touch fag ever again. a place where secret memories are concealed nicely till the next time u decide to dig up the buried recollection. life is such, build up ur dreams with solid logs of hopes and desires & risk them tumbling down when you reach the peak…

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