faking it
is personal satifaction and happiness
more valuable
than spending a lifetime of loneliness
is faking everything to be in line with today's society
more self reassuring
than being true to onself
no matter how much it hurts
sometimes it is better to be alone than fake it.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
scattered thoughts.
it's one of those nights again when i am feeling emo. with the droning of the motherboard fan and the soft touch of the wind brushing aginst my face. on this starless night with only the moon bathing this cursed earth with light. not forgetting the illumination of the lcd monitor lighting up my path to these words as i type.
lame was it?
sometimes i tend to despise others when they do, say, or write something in an arrogant manner. thinking of them as being immature and childish or probably as poseurs. so much so that the next time they try to communicate with me i feel apathetic or worse, indifferent towards them. silently in my mind i would go "yeah whatever, you're the God now".
i realised now how fucked up i am.
or maybe not.
perhaps that's why i'm so full or hathred for this world now.
it's cos i've been keeping all this shit in myself.
i guess the only few things i can do are :
1) screw the person on the spot when he says something which doesn't make sense but is still so proud of it
2) entertain him until i see better days
3) try to reason with why he said that
not that i've not been practising the above steps but somehow something is still not right
perhaps i am messed up...somehere
or perhaps maybe this world has to have a few knuckleheads to make living worthwhile.
it is always so easy to die.
living is so much more challenging
been having this cough for 2 weeks already.
am i going to die?
maybe not. somehow i've got to find a way to be nicer to the world around me
never have i seen true beauty until this night
i wonder when can i ever have the taste of it.
dashy dissy derelict me
so this if life...spacing out almost all the time thinking about why bad things happen to us. why we're poor, why is the world is so screwed up as it is today, why is everything like this and not that.
why ? the mother of all questions
it's always the ones who have nothing who complain the most.
it's one of those nights again when i am feeling emo. with the droning of the motherboard fan and the soft touch of the wind brushing aginst my face. on this starless night with only the moon bathing this cursed earth with light. not forgetting the illumination of the lcd monitor lighting up my path to these words as i type.
lame was it?
sometimes i tend to despise others when they do, say, or write something in an arrogant manner. thinking of them as being immature and childish or probably as poseurs. so much so that the next time they try to communicate with me i feel apathetic or worse, indifferent towards them. silently in my mind i would go "yeah whatever, you're the God now".
i realised now how fucked up i am.
or maybe not.
perhaps that's why i'm so full or hathred for this world now.
it's cos i've been keeping all this shit in myself.
i guess the only few things i can do are :
1) screw the person on the spot when he says something which doesn't make sense but is still so proud of it
2) entertain him until i see better days
3) try to reason with why he said that
not that i've not been practising the above steps but somehow something is still not right
perhaps i am messed up...somehere
or perhaps maybe this world has to have a few knuckleheads to make living worthwhile.
it is always so easy to die.
living is so much more challenging
been having this cough for 2 weeks already.
am i going to die?
maybe not. somehow i've got to find a way to be nicer to the world around me
never have i seen true beauty until this night
i wonder when can i ever have the taste of it.
dashy dissy derelict me
so this if life...spacing out almost all the time thinking about why bad things happen to us. why we're poor, why is the world is so screwed up as it is today, why is everything like this and not that.
why ? the mother of all questions
it's always the ones who have nothing who complain the most.
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