Tuesday, February 07, 2006
wasting away, see you at the top of the world
I had a typical day in school. I should type more decent entries so I can practice. You can't use song lyrics in your essays you knw ? sigh , if only we could.
As usual like every morning, I begin my trek from the side gate , pass the track , up to the canteen and all the way back to class. It was all the same. Except that I had this pain in my left foot. A pain that I am trying very hard to do away with. Pain, oh pain, I have grown immune to pain. After all, pain is good. pain is good. But I still dun get why that girl in Sky High called herself Royal Pain.
I got into class to be greeted by the similar faces. I am fine with that. I yearn for something extraordinary to happen. Something that will arouse all the excitment. However, to my disappointment, there wasnt much to expect.
I went down for assembly, enjoying my hard earned pain, relinquishing all my joyous thoughts, all my happy moments , all my happiness are put down to tame that pain. All was worth. All my happiness for pain. Oh good old pain. None you have received for you have failed to appreciate.
Back to class, same old class. Same old faces. Nothing new. I strain my ears to hear the faintest hint of that voice. Strain my ears to detect the slightest sounds of that set of footsteps. Strain so hard to pick up that heart beat. Kill. I failed.
I sat through class without dozing off. All hail to Pain, Pain kept me alive and kicking. Pain is my saviour. Pain had drained me of my happiness. I turned moody and almost emotionless. I apologise to the receivers of my dark moods. Try pain.
I had the longest day dream ever during lunch. What if I collapsed and go forever, with every bit of happiness drained from my worthless physique. Are there any chances that I will be granted a smile for long til I emerge six feet under , converted into nothingness. What if , out of pain , I sinned. I killed, I caused blood shed. Will I own up? What will I do? Proclaim the mightiness of pain.
Pain in the foot. Pain in the ass. Pain , just pure pain. All kinds of pain like all kinds of time.
Pain in the foot: the result of excessive impact without the protection of conditioned shoes. Self deserved.
Pain in the ass: Constantly spotted within 50 m perimeter ( am not encouraged to reduce the range) , hard to get rid off , in fact impossible. Often told to live with. Conditions inconsistent. Hard to maintain during crisis
Pure pain: Good pain, healthly pain. Shapes and moulds character. Holds your hand through hardships like an awful bugger. Always there to inflict pokes of encouragement. Perhaps the best friend you can ever find. Pure pain, uncontaminated. Pain , sweet and short = Perfect Pain.
Pain of waiting: Once in a lifetime, if lucky. Many times in a lifetime. I am lucky. Hard to stop waiting, easy to fall into deceit. Most potentially lethal, most testing. Best of trng for tear ducts.
Have a painful day ahead ¶ 1:55 AM
I had a typical day in school. I should type more decent entries so I can practice. You can't use song lyrics in your essays you knw ? sigh , if only we could.
As usual like every morning, I begin my trek from the side gate , pass the track , up to the canteen and all the way back to class. It was all the same. Except that I had this pain in my left foot. A pain that I am trying very hard to do away with. Pain, oh pain, I have grown immune to pain. After all, pain is good. pain is good. But I still dun get why that girl in Sky High called herself Royal Pain.
I got into class to be greeted by the similar faces. I am fine with that. I yearn for something extraordinary to happen. Something that will arouse all the excitment. However, to my disappointment, there wasnt much to expect.
I went down for assembly, enjoying my hard earned pain, relinquishing all my joyous thoughts, all my happy moments , all my happiness are put down to tame that pain. All was worth. All my happiness for pain. Oh good old pain. None you have received for you have failed to appreciate.
Back to class, same old class. Same old faces. Nothing new. I strain my ears to hear the faintest hint of that voice. Strain my ears to detect the slightest sounds of that set of footsteps. Strain so hard to pick up that heart beat. Kill. I failed.
I sat through class without dozing off. All hail to Pain, Pain kept me alive and kicking. Pain is my saviour. Pain had drained me of my happiness. I turned moody and almost emotionless. I apologise to the receivers of my dark moods. Try pain.
I had the longest day dream ever during lunch. What if I collapsed and go forever, with every bit of happiness drained from my worthless physique. Are there any chances that I will be granted a smile for long til I emerge six feet under , converted into nothingness. What if , out of pain , I sinned. I killed, I caused blood shed. Will I own up? What will I do? Proclaim the mightiness of pain.
Pain in the foot. Pain in the ass. Pain , just pure pain. All kinds of pain like all kinds of time.
Pain in the foot: the result of excessive impact without the protection of conditioned shoes. Self deserved.
Pain in the ass: Constantly spotted within 50 m perimeter ( am not encouraged to reduce the range) , hard to get rid off , in fact impossible. Often told to live with. Conditions inconsistent. Hard to maintain during crisis
Pure pain: Good pain, healthly pain. Shapes and moulds character. Holds your hand through hardships like an awful bugger. Always there to inflict pokes of encouragement. Perhaps the best friend you can ever find. Pure pain, uncontaminated. Pain , sweet and short = Perfect Pain.
Pain of waiting: Once in a lifetime, if lucky. Many times in a lifetime. I am lucky. Hard to stop waiting, easy to fall into deceit. Most potentially lethal, most testing. Best of trng for tear ducts.
Have a painful day ahead ¶ 1:55 AM
