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Tis the season to be jolly [Dec. 25th, 2004|11:34 pm]
weak_islington
Ho ho ho!!Just wanna wish everyone a blessed christmas!
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Shadows Of The Past [Dec. 3rd, 2004|10:50 pm]
weak_islington
[mood |melancholymelancholy]

The day begins,
With a searing pain on the forehead,
It will not subside,
It will not pity its victim.

Everything seems to be in black and white,
As though watching an old drama on TV,
What had once used to be in full-blown technicolor,
Gone like a withering flower on autumn's eve.

I tried calming myself,
That this will all end,
That the ghost of the past will stop haunting me,
But what good does it do?

The melancholy of life,
Slowly sucking away my soul,
I feel so hollow,
Like an empty seashell.

Tangled on the webs of paranoia,
I am slowly entering the invisible asylum,
Trying hard to escape,
But to no avail.

So what am I waiting for now?
Death to claim my worthless soul.
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Everything Is Meaningless [Nov. 29th, 2004|12:00 am]
weak_islington
[mood |indescribableindescribable]
[music |Gone:Switchfoot]

"Meaningless!Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."

What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow to the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place where the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ears its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look!This is something new"?
It was here already,long ago;
it was here before our time.
There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.
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Blah [Nov. 27th, 2004|12:30 am]
weak_islington
[mood |gloomygloomy]

I'm bored to death.
I guess I am jaded.
Too jaded.
I tried to get out of this situation.
But I can't.
Played the guitar.
But it sounded horrible.
Guess I am a lousy player.
Watched the idiot box.
But there's nothing that interests me.
Miss World finalists are fat,unable to speak fluent English,self-centred,swell-headed,talk bullshit,and ugly.
Read a book.
Ended up drooling onto my pillow.
Swam in chlorinated,contaminated pool.
Felt utterly disgusted.
Had dinner.
Put on another 100 pounds.
And here I am.
Bitching about my life.
Another thing,I am a lousy writer.
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School breaks can be reeeaally dreadful at times [Nov. 24th, 2004|12:08 am]
weak_islington
[mood |boredbored]

Herm...let's see..did I do anything today?I guess not!Life has been practically dragging its way toward the end of the path of boredom.Yeap..welcome to my kingdom of boredom..where you do nothing except sit,sit and sit in front of the idiot box a.k.a the television.School breaks are too long and I'm itching to get back to school.No joke,at least I am occupied with schoolwork and friends.Speaking of friends...I haven't seen them for eternity!The only person I still keep in touch with is Jessica whom I always meet online.Such a sadist,don't you think?Well..I can only hope that the holidays will end soon enough before I die of boredom.
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