The Endless
Hey.
Can you BELIEVE that it took SEVEN of Lorelai's posts to realise that I haven't been typing for a LOHONG time. And. Now. WHAT DO I TALK ABOUT AGAIN?
Ahem. Since a blog IS like a journal..... Here it is. I can't define this loathing.....wallowing in. Sorrow? Melancholy? Desolation? Or just WANTING to feel miserable... WAHA. Reminds me of one of the lyrics from Darren Hayes, "Misery is a comfort." I don't know....
I'm confused as you can plainly see.
I get tired easy. I do try to smile all the while in school. But. I keep wondering if this is all a facade. Procrastination. That's what I do. I guess you are right. I tend to be more hostile now for some reason, keeping a calm demeanor in school but at home I am just SO. FULL. OF. Hostility. Intolerance. Chastising people for such insignificant mistakes. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not thinking straight.
My thoughts keep fleeting to this dream of mine on Sunday.
Armageddon. The End. Judgement Day. The day that God has closed the doors on forgiveness. The destruction. It was. Heart-stopping. A moment of disbelief. Pondering whilst running away aimlessly from the impending doom. Running will do no good. It'll only lengthen your imminent fate for a fraction of a second. Crying will do no good. The world will not stop its pandemonium for you. You are ambivalent. Not wanting to accept the reality but helpless to surrender. The bedlam. Both to your surroundings and within you. You cannot pray for dear life as God will no longer hear to your pleas.
ohhhhhhh the hooooorrrrrroorr. ahahah. That wasn't the EXACT feeling I had during that time. The question that popped into my head as I saw a tornado zooming toward me was, "Passport? MY IC MY IC. SO PPL CAN IDENTIFY ME." WAHAHAH. :D
Man I am unmotivated. Declined Lorelai's offer to her house. And I JUST remembered that I'm supposed to go swimming in about fifteen minutes time. With Syaza. SO.
CIAO.
- The (Drained) Daughter
Oh. And I inadvertently fried my right eyeball this morning. Figuratively speaking, of course. =)

4 Comments:
engaging, darling
WAHAHAAH. THANK YOU. WHOEVER YOU ARE.
-edna mode
OMG. I feel ur pain, mun... but tt was beautiful poetry of d end of d world. PASSPORT?! IC?! nyahahaha oh gosh, nawalie...
~aza
nawal, my dear...are you that stressed? relax...you can always confide in me if not ur family members...
i promise that i will always be there for you kay?
-syaza
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