A many splendoured thing.

So after getting dicthed by my friends a day before, I headed down to Batu Pahat to pay respects to my dead grandfather. 

I sat there in a fluster, at the back of the car, wondering what would lie ahead for me in the future; what happens when college ends? will I ever find true love? why am I so frustrated? Life seemed extremely bleak to me - everyday, things of interest turning into a pathetical cycle of which I hate. The same routine day in and day out - get up, go to class, come home, sleep. I sat there and gazed through my tinted windows; I peered into the darkness and realized how my life was so similar to it. A black abyss with little bright spots here and there - little happy things that actually do happen in my life, and the rest, total and utter meaninglessness. But sometimes - few may ask this question; is the night sky filled with little spots of light? or is it merely a black sheet with holes enveloping the light? Retardedly irrelavant things like this come into my mind every single day.

I heard a joke today - it amused me

How do you make Lady Gaga cry?

You poke-her face.

:D

Ian.

You know?

So far it's been a fucking pissy coming-back to malaysia. Now I know why people don't like coming back to Malaysia - people are so much more selfish.

Damn all of you.

Ian.

Hectic. Hectic. AHH. (Updated)

I have soooo much to do before I leave, It's not even remotely funny.

The Grey have been done.

1. Review class for bio

2. Philosophy 140 final (AHHHH.)

3. Getting to Oliver to see Kristina and watch Zoolander (Blashphemy!)

4. Advising Session

5. Bio 100 exam (A@H#!H@#H!@)

6. Laundry

7. Packing.

8. Moving out.

9. Going to someone's graduation party.

10. Going to someone else's graduation party

11. Going to the overall graduation party.

12. PRINT OUT TICKETS

13. Pick up I-20

14. Malaysian Dinner

15. Random Clubbing

16. GO HOME.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Atleast this song soothes me, so insanely good.

Ian, STRESSED.

It hasn't dawned on me yet.

My Ah Gong (Grandpa) passed away last night. i got a call from my mum this morning about it. For some reason, I'm not feeling the remorse I really should right now.

I remember when my Popo (Grandma) died. I cried my eyes out when I heard the news, but yet I don't feel anything right now. It may be the distance, or the fact that I don't see him that often, or maybe I'm just inhuman.

But anyway. 

Rest in Peace Grandpa.

Ian.

Angel

Beautiful.

In the arms of an angel,

fly away, from here.

from this dark cold hotel room,

and the endlessness that you fear,

You were pulled from the wreckage,

of your silent reverie,

In the arms of an angel.

May you find, some comfort here.

Ian.

Oh where for art thou

Oh, just let me be a dying cow,

shriveling in the sun,

A ruminant not to be remembered, 

But only the number 2341.

Let the heat cook my meat,

as I feel the shooting intense pain,

oh let me feel the euphoria,

and those who remain my bane.

Oh, just let me die here,

in this field of green,

Let my blood flow into the earth.

Let it stain the soil,

Let it depress mother nature,

as I boil.

Ian