Irony
Irony…
It’s like a cold solid steel, with a polished clear surface, swishing pass your ear, just an inch away. You survived it, yet it made a mark.
It’s the eerie feeling of screeching metal, scratched together, a pitch incomprehensible, and yet understood.
It’s the cracking of a iron column, buckling due to its own weight, crashing down and burrying all in ruins.
August 22nd, 2006 at 7:43 am
too structural design lar! wakaka…=D