it is a good day to die

last night was a fucked night for me
apparently i couldn't sleep again and kept on tossing turning
what made matetrs worst was that i'm having a paper at 9am later today
in other words...I DIDN'T FUCKING SLEEP WELL
i'm so screwed

the joke of life

i've got to put this down cos i think it's the reason to my negative outlook towards life
LIFE'S A FREAKING JOKE
i just checked up one of my module marks a few minutes ago
wasn't surprised to see the hard evidence smilign at me
those who were diligent and commited throught the semester got Cs and Ds
while those fuckers (excuse my french) who fooled around got As and Bs
i admit i'm one of them , but hey...it's my experiment isn't it?
that sums it up
oh...and i've found the most calculative person on earth today
go figure.

great

and so here i am sitting in front of the com blogging
i should be awake since 11am when i just woke up 10 minutes ago
i should be studying but what am i doing now
i hate this feeling of not being worried for my exams
great

frail

aware of my obligations i am still unconvinced
with sound and fury i dreamt on
this waking life , this living dead
this undeniable doubt of impeding despair
another day is just another yesterday
without the sweet memory of us
like lighted fools and haunting aspirations
i sink deeper with life's petty cycle

the farplane

one of my pets left for the farplane early yesterday morning
you could imagine how pissed i was to see a dead feathered paperweight lying face downon the floorboard of the birdcage
life really stinks. it wasn't tortured, hungry or anything
the night before it was still happily chirping
wonder wtf happened to it
oh well