closure. tired. sick.
does anyone care? i dunno...
will anyone bother? i dunno...
i feel cold. i feel sick. i feel down.
does anyone care? i dunno...
will anyone bother? i dunno...
friends or foes?
i no longer give a damn. i really dont. why should i be the one giving in when i just give and give...
its so pointless so meaningless...
give me a break...
wx at 1/15/2005 10:58:00 PM
Time is only relative. I think it’s like some weird physics theorem. I am not very sure. I kind of lost my cerebral when I hair follicles were shaved off. Sigh… it could be a strange phenomenon we experiences.
Enough of all the ramblings, I should have gotten used to it but the mind just couldn’t perform that task. I saw those new kids on the block that just came in very recently. They look so fresh and new. Its so stark in comparison to the current status of being cynical jaded and world-weary. It’s just so different. I am so exhausted and really dread going in. sigh… it’s so depressing and dreary. It’s so ironic that the school is just beside the wide-open lustre sea, where it supposed to symbolise freedom. Such juxtaposition, such disparity.
When will I really be as free as the sea gulls gliding in the endless boundless skies?
2005 is here. What happened in 2004? I know not of. Meet some old friends on the road and the only reaction was a simple acknowledgement. Was I expecting more than a “hi”? You mean that those times we shared together merely sums up to a “hi” only. Is that all? I really want to know more but is there a dire need to know the truth?
Received miao Christmas card. Felt warm inside out. It was really a very good feeling that at least someone else in a part of the world that cares for you. It really made a difference. That special feeling is indescribable. Really want to thank her for the card. A simple gesture can sometimes be really heart warming… it really does.
2005 is a new commencement. It brings with it incessant hopes and dreams, ideas and paths. It’s a new year.
Bleak or bright? Sad or jovial? Foreboding or enthusiastic?
I know not of. Decision is in the hands of fate.
wx at 1/09/2005 05:09:00 PM