Thursday, November 17, 2005
death has come forth before me
death.i could hear him coming nearer each dying day,weeks and month.
death is the passing of time,he is devouring the seconds and minutes of each
living ounce of my life.death is time.tick...tick...tick...like a freakin timebomb
which is about to blow up anytime soon.hope for a miracle.maybe.what i really
hope for is for someone out there to give me at least one piece of good news.
news regarding my fallen apart career which time and time again i have to
rebuild from scratch.i had a job three months ago.before that i was jobless,
doing smaller jobs for a friend of mine, small pay but fast money..well at
least there were some cash coming in.now, it seems like drought has
befallen upon me.when is this going to end i asked myself.for i do not
think that whatever is left in my savings is going to last if the river of
fortune is not going to flow.rain..rain..rain...and yet the river is still as dry
as the tar dirt roads of our cement paved city.indefinite.all seemed indefinite.
one mofo is a major procastinator, another one sounded so promising
and the last one made it sound as though im already part of their team
false hope.empty promises.lies and procastination.these are the reality
of selfish bastards who has no face.faceless cold infidels.
is there still hope..are things going to get better?
i do not know.
living ounce of my life.death is time.tick...tick...tick...like a freakin timebomb
which is about to blow up anytime soon.hope for a miracle.maybe.what i really
hope for is for someone out there to give me at least one piece of good news.
news regarding my fallen apart career which time and time again i have to
rebuild from scratch.i had a job three months ago.before that i was jobless,
doing smaller jobs for a friend of mine, small pay but fast money..well at
least there were some cash coming in.now, it seems like drought has
befallen upon me.when is this going to end i asked myself.for i do not
think that whatever is left in my savings is going to last if the river of
fortune is not going to flow.rain..rain..rain...and yet the river is still as dry
as the tar dirt roads of our cement paved city.indefinite.all seemed indefinite.
one mofo is a major procastinator, another one sounded so promising
and the last one made it sound as though im already part of their team
false hope.empty promises.lies and procastination.these are the reality
of selfish bastards who has no face.faceless cold infidels.
is there still hope..are things going to get better?
i do not know.
my big shout out
my big shout out to:
mira, jon putra, adrian, adi, julian,
my signifigant other, johnny low,
jon yap,wyke.
to shadow, anonymous
and ebay motors....
thank you for
your kind words.
mira, jon putra, adrian, adi, julian,
my signifigant other, johnny low,
jon yap,wyke.
to shadow, anonymous
and ebay motors....
thank you for
your kind words.
