The Space In Between

You know the times, when you wake up in the morning and stare blankly into the ceiling, and wonder, "What should I do today?" That's basically my life. Real fun. Life's like a neverending cycle of contradictions. Waiting in earnest for exams to be over, only to dread the boredom of having nothing to do in the holidays. Perhaps its just me, but I bet i'm not the only one. I have to admit that there are things to do, people to meet, games to play, movies to watch, books to read. But always, something missing. Even in the company of friends, the lingering feeling is always there, like a phantom stalking me, ready to pounce at me the moment the fun and laughter stops. That's the emptiness I feel, which seems to paint my surroundings grey and dull, bleak and inanimate. Emptiness, the place in between, a place where no one else can enter, that time just seems to stand still......

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Hate

I hate Japanese studies,
I hate MSN.
I hate PGP,
I hate Ghandi.
I hate West Coast Mac,
I hate central library.

I hate West Mall,
I hate drawn portraits.
I hate Great World City,
I hate Samsung,
I hate Ya Kun Kaya Toast,
I hate Tiong Bahru Park

I hate Biz Comp Lab,
I hate Computing Studies.
I hate Perk Point,
I hate Indonesian.
I hate tidbits,
I hate pineapple tarts.

I hate Henderson
I hate Tiong Bahru Plaza.
I hate Chinese songs.
I hate Creative.
I hate SBS 33,
I hate SBS 51.

I hate white,
I hate skirts.
I hate long hair,
I hate nail polish.
I hate flowers,
I hate soft toys.

I hate babies,
I hate Andy Lau.
I hate seashells,
I hate pearls.
But most of all,
I hate you.

posted by - Emptiness - | 4:59 pm

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