Saturday, December 13, 2008
I tink colour has come back to my face. I no longer feel sober nor mad, I feel like talking but to who???
My joy is probably brought to me by my new novel, "The Vampire Lestat". There I read of his pain, his life, his loneliness. I wish I could meet him so that he can make me into what I wanna be.
When come to think of it, being the undead is not as bad as it looks. All u nid is blood to feed to you, party all night & wealth beyond your imagination. And as for loneliness, it is not that bad, my life here itself is a lonely one. I have friends, family, and god?!?!. But none can I come to, it must be my fault but this loneliness is like centuries, but what is a century when I can spend million of years alone enjoying the moonlight at the towers of the eiffel or the pyramids.
Do you hear me Lestat or Armand or Mariuss, Make me into who you are!!!
But as joy slip into me, I can feel that life brings no more joy, I keep pondering on how am I going to see my friends, face my teachers or better yet see my results.....
Yan danced till dawn at 11:15 PM
