Behind Smoke and Mirrors.. again

I believe I have already made a post about this here but it's gotten so bad I have to make another post.

We're all koffing and weezing now :D

I guess there's no helping it. An annual occurrence, with the sky no longer blue and the tendrils of smoke wrapping around lungs, giving them a great big hug.

And M and I are still pointing fingers.

Only this year (at least in mainstream media), Singapore has joined the fray in the annual noise making ceremony. I guess it's because it's in the path of forest smog's migratory path. But then, they can't always blame the govt, because (refer previous post).

Who to believe, who to believe. Reminds me of elections for some reason.

And some still are quite sore about the last one in Malaysia, what with them showing up in an OPEN-AIR PROTEST in this haze.

I gotta respect them for their steadfast belief, I guess. That, my friend, is determination.

Just hope they have their face masks on.

And what am I doing? I'm just sitting right here, melancholying.

Gotta look at myself inna mirror, and ask myself, who can you trust? What do you believe in? Why is there not an eight color in the rainbow? What am I gonna do with my life?

Time to look for answers.
...once I manage to see past all this haze, that is.

Cya.