Have you ever looked fear in the face and said "I just don't care"?
It's only half past the point of oblivion,
the walk before the run,
the breath before the kiss,
the fear before the flames.
Have you ever felt this way?
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Monday, September 01, 2008 @ 7:48 AM
you shout cos' you're just as far in as you'll ever be out.
This is gonna be a pretty long post.
Nike Human Race yesterday turned out really eventful,had a great time with the class and saw many people there that I haven't seen in a damn long time.Boys like girls (HAHAHA shan "boys meet girls" inside)were amazing too-crazy fun watching paul ale and atheens fake sing along to their songs cos they don't exactly know them heh.Woke up bright and early at 11am today with smses from gabriel lee that he could hardly sleep last night cos' of his knee haha hope you feel better now!+got a msg from shaaan to study tgt:) so we did,okay not really study study cos I had to leave early for netball but yess it was nice catching up with you again after so long. On another note, today left me...weird.like,dry and hanging.Pardon the sudden change in mood it's just...well I don't know thoughts in my head..words.incomplete.Hate the incoherrent thoughts I just can't help feeling like this.I feel as if I just had an unfinished conversation with someone,as if I just talked to that person but..so far away?How can we be so different yet feel so much alike? "oh yeah,I'm studying Law right now with her.The rest?well,did you know that she went on to become a President Scholar?ohwell but what's new haha..so,the other 2 are studying medicine now,one's in architecture.." Crazy how some people were just born brilliant,you know?As if they had their whole lives mapped out for them right from the start;while others just can't seem to get anything right. floating... Strange how we got to go through so much just to inch a little forward yet sometimes it's still not right. --- “If there were a way of putting an end to himself by some purely mental act he would put an end to himself at once, without further ado. His mind is full of stories of people who bring about their own end – who methodically pay bills, write goodbye notes, burn old love letters, label keys, and then, once everything is in order, don their Sunday best and swallow down the pills they have hoarded for the occasion and settle themselves on their neatly made beds and compose their features for oblivion. Heroes all of them, unsung, unlauded. I am resolved not to be any trouble. The only matter they cannot take care of is the body they leave behind, the mound of flesh that, after a day or two, will begin to stink. If only it were possible, if only it were permitted, they would take a taxi to the crematorium, set themselves down before the fatal door, swallow their dose, then before consciousness dwindles press the button that will precipitate them into the flames and allow them to emerge on the other side as nothing but a shovelful of ash, almost weightless.” "A leg gone: what is losing a leg, in the larger perspective? In the larger perspective, losing a leg is no more than a rehearsal for losing everything. Whom is he going to shout at when that day arrives?Whom is he going to blame?"(Slow Man) |