will there be a war

it was a lethargic day for me without school today. actually the time could have been used for my damned PWA programming assignment. however as any other person would have done so, the day was spent doing other things EXCEPT doing my damned programming. i wonder what the end result would be.

i flipped through the news today , totally amused by the US - Iraq issue. It's amazing how the Asians aren't really in favour of the US attacking Iraq. In my opinion, the US is trying to be a big f*** by threatening to bomb the Iriqis asses. But you can't really blame them as a lot of shit has already been thrown onto them since the 911 incident. As for Iraq, I don't give a damn on whether they're bombed or not because it may well be the entrance to hell. whatever. the world is coming to an end soon. and everyone's bitching about it.

i just did my registration for NS. they had a really weak web application i must say. wonder why they even dared to encourage us to use it even though it was full of bugs. well. everyone's doing IT i guess. pun not intended. poseurs. i just hope ns life would be fun.

everything sucks right now. i can even foresee it'll suck until the end of my exams.
btw my webhost currently sucks too.

pointless

another day another life
another dosage of mental strife
all's spent wasted breath
wasted strength towards endless death
what had seemed useful
what had seemed good
only turned out to be recycle bin food
the hour is near this timeless year
has only to breed failure's fear
feelings of me feelings so free
are but now
feelings which disagree

september 28th

september 28, 2002.
the monsters had arrived.
j2me is the biggest monster of them all.

just came back from another strenous biking session with a group of friends
got a few injuries too. an overstrained knee, a grazed shin and very worn out tyres
right now i;m waiting for my friggin hair to dry b4 i call it a night
or should i say day
buddha has awoken by the gong of the damned temple near my residence
how irritating
perhaps ...he's one of them

rain

it is raining outside right now
each drop of skyjuice a symbol of our heartfelt regrets
they say the rain cleanses everything
but what they failed to consider
is that everything flows back to us eventually
just like a vicious cycle of everyday life
so there is rain

ennui

gleaming moon, hazy bane
silent darkness in endless night
briight shining star
veiled in cloud
restless soul, in a rabbit hole

ticking clock, screaming pain
when all that screams
is ear-piercing silence

glistening blood with tainted love
beating heart, iced vigour
an effigy of love, delineating hathred
the beginning of an ending era

promise me.

feelings

mind is full of depth charged feelings
the feelings of nostalgia and security i used to have
the feelings of uncertainty and mystery the future beholds
the feelings of raciness and urgency
the feelings of quitting and letting it go
the feelings i would hide and never show
the feelings of comfort and solace to hold

there are just so many things on my mind
so much to do
but time seems so little everyday
a day of procrastination breeds joy for my soul
but sorrow for tomorrow
when will i find utopia

just another week

it's the beginning of yet another week
a mundane chore which i can never escape from
everyday is an aimless quest to know today and discover a new tomorrow
i'm beginning to get sick of this routine.

the measure of a man

This world can analyze and size you up
And throw you on the scales
They can IQ you and run you through
Their rigorous details
They can do their best to rate you
And they'll place you on their charts
And then back it up with scientific smarts

But there's more to what your worth
Than what their human eyes can see

I say the measure of a man
Is not how tall you stand
How wealthy or intelligent you are
Cause I found out the measure of a man
God knows and understands
For He looks inside to the bottom of your heart
And what's in the heart defines
The measure of a man

Well you can doubt your worth
And search for who you are and where you stand
But God made you in His image
When He formed you in his hands
And He looks at you with mercy
And He sees you through His love
You're His child and that will always be enough
For there's more to what you're worth
Than you could ever comprehend

You can spend your life pursuing physical perfection
There is so much more, more than ever meets the eye
For God looks through the surface
And He defines your worth by, what is on the inside

-4 Him

caving in

my world is caving in
each second you're absence is felt
i'm shut away in a glass enclousure
so i can't tell you how cold it is right here

happiness is a long word
but sadly, it's lifspan is short
to live and die at the end of each day
is yet another chore for me

when will i have direction
to end my own abjection
and live each day once more
like i ever did before

time never waits
for the very instance of waiting
is time in it itself
please give me time to know you
to fully live the life that was
meant to be ours
me and you in Life itself

for the greatest sadness in life itself
is not having any recollection
of intances of you
at all

gaseous

filled with frustration
vexed with anticipation
silently sit
quietly weep

freedom is hope
hope is comforting
seldom real
always disappointing

emanating despair
i solomnly contemplate
the direness of my lonely fate

emancipate my heart
balm my mind
let me not hear my own requiem

pacify my being
placate my soul
save me from the fire filled hole

nothing is for free
life's a journey
unlock the mysteries
i haven't realised

so that i'll be gaseous

and fit right in

quandary

life doesn't always go the way we want it
it never does for me
i have a final year project (FYP) outline to submit by next friday
the only problem is that i haven't settled on a project to take up as my FYP
it's , according to my supervisor either
too simple
or too hard
what then is just right.
i guess i'll never have a bright idea after being put down so many times
its hard enough to bite on my lip and taste the dirt
but as nature's built in device
anger will seep in sooner or later.
right now i have a long list of possible fyps...
only so little time to choose

it's hard living a life that's nice and beautiful
happiness is just a facade right here

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Take The test And Bare Your Soul --

sentosa

i just got back from a 3D2N chalet at sentosa this afternoon. technically i just got back from yet another reckless biking session with my usual group of buddies. as i wonder about what to include for this entry, the only thing which comes to my mind is the fresh impression of the chalet which i have just came back from. my expectation of the chalet was one of relaxation, sun, sand, video games, chat sessions, blading ,injury and escape. escape from my ensnared mind, escape from the every pressured life back on the mainland. if it was entitled that phrase in the first place. at the end of it, escape was missing. the sun was missing and the sane was missing. i'm back in my pigeon hole, in my own emo mindset so fixed beyond self. things don't always go our way whenever we want it. if it did, this wouldn't be called The World. there's just so many things which i want to do right now. anything except being bound by circumstances. anything except the government. anything except the law. if only i had just one day which i could do anything i want without being scrutinized and ostracised. that would be called my world. i'm beginning to hate writing blogs as they are becoming more cheesy to me. anyway. i'm tired of writing this entry. i shall end with this last sentence. Sentosa is a really emo place and it'll be really enjoyable with the people you are closest to being on it with you. fare well.

aneurysm

i think i'm losing it. my world has once again crumbled. there's just so many
things to do, things to complete, but yet so little time
that , just like any other cliche, sounds so lame (and yes this is another cliche too)
but it's so very true to me right now.
the longer i stay in this eternal waking dream
the longer i suffer from it
it's the kind of feeling so undescribable, but yet so real
the feeling of waking up each day just for another day
the feeling of meeting the same old people, and strangers to
the feeling of getting angry, and happy and angry once more
the feeling of craziness, depression..and yet deeper depression
the feeling of cars whizzing by along the roads
people on the streets
the feeling of every other ordinary day
i repeat
every other ORDINARY day
when will this endless pointless cycle end
when will people start to understand
that life is more than just living and living and living
for the sake of living alone
everyday people pass me by
not every knowing why
what they're every living for
not everyone knows
but not everyone doesn't ever know either
the headache is killing me.
fare well

where is my sense of urgency

ok let's face it. my PWA test is today at 11.30am
i have an SA test tomorrow
and an NA test on wednesday

by right i should be mugging for my pwa test as it is by far the hardest fo the three
but i am not. why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why?
could it be so easy that i don't have to study ?
nope. i'm drowning in it
but i don't know why i just dun have that sense of urgency
it's weird. i've felt like this before..but not so slack until this state what...

sigh.

it is a good day to die.

in retrospect

a week of vacation has just passed me by
in retrospect, i had done nothing during the week except :
sleeping no later than 5am;
waking up no earlier than 2pm except on 2 days (wed and friday)
reading and completing 2 books :
frank mccourts's angela's ashes
john grisham's the summons
spending no more then 4 hours of the entire week studying
watching a movie with 2 cheesy short stories
in retrospect, i wish i hadn't slept and woken up so late
in retrospect i wished i had studied more
in retrospect i wished i had freed my soul

it's strange how we can be at peace with ourselves at one time
while simultaneously destroying ourselves in some other area of our life
cheesy?

in retrospect, i wished i had more time...to read more
haha

so impossible

a comeback marks the beginning of new sorrow

So she says "Everyone's going to the party,
won't you come if I come with a friend for your friend?
I'd be so pleased to see you out of the classroom
wearing the smile that I'll bring you.
I was hoping to learn a few things
Do you do you like dishing the dirt on the whole class
& talking the big smack & playing the fool
& wearing all of the latest fashions
or bucking the new trends wearing your old threads.
If you like taking a cup of coffee in the evening.
These are a few things that I'd like to know that I'd like to know"

So I said... "I've been scheduled to work but I'll call in and
my friend isn't busy he'd be happy to join me and
maybe my friend and your friend will hit it off or maybe we will?"

I'm dying to know do you do you like dreaming of things so impossible
or only the practical or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to end them with someone you care about
and do you like making out
and long drives and brown eyes
and guys that just don't quite fit in
yeah do you like them
So yes, I'll see you there.

de-detox

if frustration had a form
it would be called Me

if supression cound bind
it would bind me

of all the things i would weep for
i would weep for my soul the most

the end of the dream

life is so mystical
an endless meaningless cycle
6 weeks of term have passed and i am still in a dream
a stupor of ideals which will never be fufilled
it's hard growing up
it's hard living

if only if only if only
seems to ring endlessly
my beloved angel
has pushed me down to hell
the only school bell i hear
is that of a bellowing knell

it's hard living a proper life
one which is free from sin
i guess we are all evil within

it's time to wake up
smell the corpses
of those which i have so lovingly
neglected.
many deeds have i to accomplish
many dreams to brush aside
no longer will i hide

the end of my waking dream is nearing
it's time to wake up....johnny

emotional inebriations

once again, another night is wasted
what was perceived was not performed
what was desired, was not fufilledrt
i'm so tired of Hope

hope that is comforting
hope that is false

fatigue in planning things and seeing them as
dreams is catching up on me
am i being too sensitive or am i being too nice
a friend has left the clique
only to see it dying
right now gatherings are often unspoken tales
perceived in the mind
fruitful equivalence to air

friends come and go
lovers meet and part

love and hate
pain and comfort
are they as important as life itself
for the very taking

another emo night
another futile fight
another angel departs
another mortal's dis-heart

when will the dream end

again it goes unnoticed


So quiet another wasted night, the television
steals the conversation exhale, another wasted
breath, again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired
cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break out of touch,
out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
cause I can't read your rolling eyes out of touch,
are we out of time?

Close lipped another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion,
your grip another time, is slack it leaves me feeling empty.

I'll wait until tomorrow
maybe you'll feel better then
maybe we'll be better then
so what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you this mood of yours is temporary
it seems worth the wait to see your smile again
out of the corner of your eye wont be the only way
you'll look at me then.