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The busy night street buzzes through my ear, endlessly echoing the tired and aching feet of a million people or maybe two or maybe three or maybe dozens of millions of people who have walked this crazy path through out the day.


While the endless blowing of horns, the humid air and the endless flashing of headlights and traffic lights, recalling the memories of the day. Early morning the alarm clock buzzes water gushes through the faucet and shower, traffic jams, smoke belches and the chaotic morning rituals - realizing that every single day contributes to the path that lies ahead. 


Every day, everyone checks their facebook, twitter, skype, blogs, tumblr and all other technological savvy which makes the social networking life more uninhibited thus making one more popular and gaining a few more friends than usual.


But the fact that life is not just by making you more popular you can't discount the fact that even though you have lots of friends, you are not excused into making enemies, having tons of mischief which are mostly left unaccounted for.  


A few bumps on the road are what people make but everyone learns his lessons but some of which takes longer to learn.  Whenever something bad or such a repeated nuisance occurs, it teaches you a lesson you refuse to learn.  Responsibility comes mostly with age and experience.


With all the mistakes and errors one commits and lessons learned at the end of the day what matters most is your RELATIONSHIP with people and how you deal with them and showing them the outmost care.

Then again, who am I to tell you what is important?  Therefore, i go back to look at the lights in the sky, carefully looking for the Orion and the Dipper and maybe wishing for a falling star or a comet to pass by. But of course the waiting was in vain and in the end, I just decided to write about how "The busy night street buzzes through my ear, endlessly echoing the tired and aching feet of a million people or maybe two or maybe three or maybe dozens of millions of people who have walked this crazy path through out the day." . . . . . . . .