No opinions are the opinions.
" Okay. Fine. Whatever. Its Okay."
They have no opinions,because those are their opinions.
They have no attitudes, because those are their attitudes.
When bad things happen, they seem calm and collected-
too much so-
for their nervousness has long died.

Never cried except from watching Japanese soap dramas.
Crying for work, those are newbies facing their first reality check.
Crying for a break-up, those who have retarded EQ.
They have not cried for something real for a long time,
but a small part from a certain chick-flick will force them wailing
as if the world just ended.

Ignoring people, wishing they see you invisible as well-
They will not do anything too impressive or too devastating to
win attentions.
Because attentions are what they are avoiding every millisecond.

MSN status-Busy-
Because they are always busy chatting with someone else they never
met before.

Waking up on time-
But feeling as if they had not slept for a night.

They are as kind-hearted as everyone else-
but they are never heroic,
just like every spectator observing close by
at a critical situation, unmoved.

They are not without compassion and love-
But they have never gave up their bus seats before.

They are gentle by nature-
but they could not form sentences when they call their parents.

They are lonely-
But they insist Silence is Gold.

They have the knowledge of The World-
but they need Fed-Ex to help send their bouquets to love ones.

They are not heartless creatures, not yearning for love and
sweetness-
But they are lazy to get married.

They don't have sickness, but their hearts are already too tired to bear everything, even the tiniest of all things.

To not be sad,
They chose not to be happy as well.

They have dreams-
But either they had long gave up on them,or
had achieved their long-waited expectations,
they have now become dreamless.

They have pains-
But those pains has exceed their limit
until numbness has became all they ever known.

They are fun-
But entertainments are only these much,
and everything else has became too cliche to be bothered.

They are everywhere-
from the busiest streets to cramp elevators,
they are recognisable.
For their blank, unfeeling face expressions have long
imprint on so many others that one day when you go back home after a dull day from work(or school, or somewhere),
You can see their reflections in your mirror.
You will try to yell something great,something
profounding, exciting,
but what comes out is just a low note.
Sometimes nothing can be heard,
And that's when you know,
you have become a rubber man,
sometimes on an eating binge,
sometimes on a hunger strike,
all the time trying to find something(or someone)from the Internet,
and your daily routines are never changed.