Hello Tuesday, Goodbye Monday

***2:08am, watching the world go by through my room window

There really isn't a lot to see through my window. All I can actually see are the headlights of the cars driving by, some trees and the moon. Nothing much ever happens out there anyway. My life needs to be more dramatic and full or surprises, be it good or bad.

Dreams are like shards from a broken mirror
Pieces fall onto the floor and hope dissipates
And like fools we trample on the sharp pieces
Blinded by the pain, we don't see our flesh separate
Our blood pours from the wound
But we are numbed and euphoric
Our lives are speared with lies
That stem from fractured politics
We have our doubts about reality
Our honorable faith are based on fears
We will shed our tears in vain again
Our poisoned blood will flow for years
Society's hedonistic ways are markers
Leading us to the broken souls' convocation
Tomorrows are the steps we take -
Just a little closer to eternal damnation

In conjunction with the price increase of cigarettes here in Malaysia, I have decided to cut down and hopefully quit smoking. (Note that I said smoking and not toking) Cigarette count of the day: 7. Not that bad as opposed to the usual full pack a day. Since I suspect that cutting down on smokes will lead to an increase in my weight (I tend to eat more when I don't smoke), I've also decided that I need to cut back on the drinking and late night sojourns to the local loklok stalls. My decrepit lungs and liver will thank me for it.

My personal opinion on the price increase:
I think it's stupid for the government to increase cigarette prices. If the price keeps going up, pretty soon cigarettes will become luxury items and we all know us Chinese, who are also one of the largest smoking community, loves luxury items. Why do you think Hong Kong has more Rolls Royce per capita than anywhere else in the world? Impressionable kids and adults alike will want to buy cigarrettes if not to smoke, then to fit in; to show that they can afford it. I think cigarette prices should remain constant.

B's response to my above rantings:
Spoken like a true nicotine addict.

My opinion:
STFU! I hope they increase the prices of booze too! Alcoholic! *Gives B the finger*

Too many people around me suffer from depression, insomnia and other psychological illnesses. All I can say is, get help. Drive to the General Hospital. Go to the specialist wing. Look for the word "Psikologi". Walk right in, register then wait. When it's your turn, tell the damn doctor that you can't sleep and whatever shit that's bothering you. When he asks you a question, reply with a NON sensible answer. He'll hook you up with Xanax. Or Prozac. Or Valium. Or Zoloft. Or whatever. And if you don't need it anymore, sell it to those who do. Why not make a profit out of it?

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, the whole world doesn't revolve around you. If you know that you have a problem, then wouldn't treating it be the right thing to do? Being depressed is NOT COOL dammit. Being insomniac is NOT COOL either. Being crazy could be cool, especially if you think you're a pirate with an eyepatch, has a parrot for a best friend, has a wooden peg for a left leg and you try to hijack a sampan and take the sampan man's earnings at the Kuching Waterfront. Arrrrrr!! Shiver me timbers!!

***8 out of 10 people who thought that they suffer from depression and/or insomnia DO NOT!

My advise is, get yourself certified and buy yourself a range of abuseable prescription drugs and stop whining. Infact, if you had the drugs, you wouldnt even be whining anymore!

With that said, I am going to click on Publish Post, pop a Xanax and go to sleep.

Life and modern medicine. Isn't it all just wonderful?