Its my corner. Its mine. It holds me and hugs me and keeps me safe from you. It watches over me as I sleep. It hides me, gives me security and shelters me. What have you ever done for me?

I have given you my soul, but leave me my corner.

Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to suffering.
My fear.
Your suffering.

Sleep is the robber of time, the maiden of peace and the harbringer of dreams.

I dreamt of a man with his right hand burnt off with a welding torch. His skin peeled off like a thick glove, his meat black and charred. He was unconscious but his body shook in pain. He got up and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Sleep deprivation is like holding a leaden mace on your eye lids, and the only thing that keeps you awake is the fear you never wake up ever again. The fear that tomorrow never comes. Sleep is like a drug.

Fear is like the denial of the truth that shouldn't have happen.
Fear is like the feeling of choking and drowning in your own hopelessness.
Fear.
I fear.
Do you?

The world is my oyster and I am the pearl. You all else are the grime that floats around me.

I want/need.

50-room mansion/home
Lamborghini Diablo/car
Boom box/music
Chick/love
Food/food
Life/oxygen
Pentium 4/Internet
The world/myself

The incoherence of a rambling maniac.

So you say I'll never see you by the time I read this. You lied.

I saw you again. Once more. Just once. Cold upon the cold steel table when the pathologist wheeled you into the air-conditioned room with double doors that swung open and shut forever. "Hey!" I heard you say, and as I stare at the door with glazed window panes, I wondered if you would actually come out and slap me on the back as usual. The doors held their peace.

I spurn you. How low have you sunk. How desperate you've become. Have you given a thought about others? About us? About me? I hate you.

I just want to see you again. I want to fall to my knees. I want to break down and cry. I want to let myself go.

But my tears are not for you..

This blog is now officially dead. I must somehow retire to my little hole in the ground, re-examine my life, rearrange my priorities and look whether my life is worth living. To that, I salute whoever has been reading my thoughts, and all the best.

Thank you.