weekend prophecy..

Dearest shadow...


sometimes i wonder....why does the weekend end sooooo quickly...i slog the whole week and get all the swearing and cursing to get my reward at the end of the weeek...and what do i end up with....flying weekends....

i think i know why weekends are called weekends....the first reason has to be the most obvious fact....its the end of the week...so its the weekend....duh....the second has to be that it ends too fast...that why its called the weekend...i guess you're thinking that i dont make sense with the second reason...

i do make sense...and i'll prove why the first reason is more absurd than the second...which is my justification....by the first reason...its called weekend since its the end of the week...but you see....the sunday of every week is counted as the first day of the week...the second is monday and so on...so weekend cant possibly be two days right? say right...

haiz...alright...i know what you are thinking...that i've gone barking mad....well...technically i cant..cuz i'm a human...then again...its just plain irony...

i've been indulging in lotsa books lately....being a book lover, its so difficult to tear me away from kinokuniya and orchard library during lunch...the most peaceful time to read since all the idiots are scrambling for lunch or either stuck outside at the midday sun....

came across this book that contained the ancient prophecies of this ancient philosoper and the like...i wont tell you who he is...then you'll become smarter than me...bleah...but yea..on a serious note, i realised that his prophecies have been coming true so far...especially the ones mentioning the science freaks without souls experimenting with designer babies and cloning...

i wonder...if i write a prophecy...will any of it come true? i'm not interested to write prophecies for society and mankind....aint too interested with the feeble society anymore...if i write myself a prophecy......do i have to make it happen? or will it happen by itself? will the universe acknowledge the intensity of my boredom and just send me a fairy godmother to graciously wave her wand sending sparkling stars to transform me into the princess that has been stuggling to emerge all this while?

hmmm.....i think i'll write myself a prophecy...in the comforts of my bed with the stars for guidance....i guess its not too late right? i mean....its been quite long since i even wrote new year resolutions...guess somewhere along the line, i unconsciously resolved to not write them....

goals, plans, dreams, aim, ambition, target or aspiration...whatever man chooses to call it, its a part of us...and we're not running away from it...

i guess that i've overlooked the fact that we're in 2006...and half the year is over...to me, its yet to start in full glory...therefore i refuse to acknowledge every passing day...i await the next chance in my life to come....just at the corner....then i shall fully immerse myself into the prophecy that i shall write...

and no....i will not tell anyone of that prophecy...bleah

in case you couldnt understand any of this, try writing your own....then you will...i didnt say this...its from the guy who's already dead and laughing in his grave for impacting me this much....