I just hate sundays.

i've got no love for them since 3764r235809123 hours when i was first born.
they represent:
- dawn of a new school week
- a rubbish day
- no tv shows day
- i dont know. they are just plain hateful.

i cant sit around and do nothing.
no. i am not that type of persona.
no. i cant seem to do work on a Sunday either.
my engine just cant seem to be revved up.
argh.
there is just this terrible negative force of energy building up within me for the whole of tdy.
which i cant point a finger to.
ugh. ugh. ugh.

anyway. i just watched dark knight.
bet it contributed to that negative thingy.
but hell. it was as good as anything.
joker. an enigma. to me at least.
a nutcase?
probably not when he had such mechanics of logic and wits turning in gears.
a schemer?
probably so, much as he denies it.

but he is most probably just one of us.
like an average trying to prove his mettle.
trying to prove he's not that alone. in his thinking.
trying to fit in a world where regularities seem to rule yet under the calm waters are turbulent, emotions struggling with futile attempts to break out of the facade.

i identify with it.
not him, cos joker just epitomizes it.
and no i am not a nutcase.

but he whom i like most is the insignificant prisoner.
seems like a low-life that wouldnt hesitate to take the world to hell.
and yet. as life would have it, courage and moralities which reside in a world-defined-scum show ed up and taught the self-proclaimed righteous that only a thin line stands in between the two.




enough.
i await with bated breath if Newcastle beats the drop.

Time is running out- Muse