Friday, October 18, 2002

insomia

it is nights like these where i can't sleep
where i would like to smear these pages of my heartfelt feelings
but the frustration of not being able to sleep overwhelms the desire to write
wasting time

waste is the 8th deadliest sin
and i just commited it by coming up with my horrendous gantt chart for my fyp
it's ridiculous how Man was given the liberty to do anything EXCEPT one thing
in the beginning and yet he could mess up.
remembering not to do ONE thing is better than having to remember ALL the things he could do
what an idiot
this is ladies and gentlemen is a very hard fact that MAN is stupid

and because of that, stupidity flowed down its bloodline
why should there be rules when in the first place life was free
why build roads when we can walk
why is there this piece of paper called a driving licence
which merely seperates the drivers from non drivers
what's with this word "Convenience" which actually spells i-n-c-o-n-v-e-n-i-e-n-t
for the people who make things convenient
what a farce
life is a farce with Man around
and for matter, why the hell did i actually do that stupid gantt chart knowing that i wouldn't use it
i hate stupid rules, people and authority

the higher up you are, the dumber you get
the dumber you get, the faster you die
which actually makes no difference for death is only time delayed

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

what the fc*k man

i can't believe i'm being prevented from sleeping by a computer
a computer which is NOT MINE so to speak
the cause of this synthetic insomia was because of my nosiness

apparently my mum's com's harddisk died a few days ago.
all i could have done (for my own good ) was to mind my own business
and leave the matter alone. but NO NO NO i had to be so fugging kaypo as to install a backup hardisk for the com

a simple installation of a hardisk takes no more than 2 minutes
but with an ancient network adapter...it takes one allah year.
maybe i shld stop being so nice in future
life's a bitch and so am i

obligation vs true feelings | white lies vs the painful truth | hapiness vs simple joy | being cruel to be kind | untimely death before imminent evil | social bondage vs personal dreams ...

it the end , it equates to nothing at all

Monday, October 14, 2002

strange dreams

a face of a mask and a masked face
two strangers with me in a haunted house
a girl in a cab with the same destinaion

dreams or prophecy time will only tell

shit i just remembered i have a test in an hour's time

it is a good day to die.