Madman Diary

An individual, has
a few close friends,
some colleagues and friends (normal),
hundreds of "not so familiar" friends,
met about thousands of faces in year,
heard about millions of voices in years.

In years, countless of "gospel" spreading throughout the world.
In year, million of people persuading their dream,
only thousands of them succeed,
hundreds of them died trying,
few of them actually go nuts.

Day passed as the sun and the moon take their shift,
week arrived as Sunday is time to go to church,
months comes with a vengeance as bill reaching our doorstep,
another year gone as we are wondering what we have done.
Reminder of a date with the reaper will be soon as winds of decade tickle our mind.
Perhaps our legacy will benefit the next generation while our body nurture the nature after centuries.

2 days come to an end while still wandering at Port Dickson.
A day plus really been spent for wandering and waiting…
Few hours of real work for the project,
few minutes of caffeine addiction moment.
While my heart continue to "beeb" every seconds,
as I’m about to finish this crap in any seconds.

Full stop. Finish…(Still writing)
And look back at this crap of mine…
The creativity
The Sarcasms
The Observation
The Examination (self)
The discrimination
The vision
The nonsense
…… within this crap…actually…
generated by emptiness…
coated with vanity…
and finally end with the accompany of loneliness…

(Finally able to go to sleep as this crap written, a sense of great achievement are felt instantly as another monumental self-pity  work is done)

PNB ILHAM RESORT
1.25 a.m.
04/09/2007