we've driven past and grown beyond the melancholy stage - all accustomed and ready for something grander, something more noteworthy.

but when you hear your own name being called out in the wilderness with tags attached to you like aunties with gucci handbags, you know something's not right. cause when i last heard my name - hey max. and the next i knew, i was lying on the floor. i felt faint. i was wasted.

its good to be idle - to celebrate the laziness and to attack the work culture of the western world, which has enslaved, demoralized and depressed many of us. people think its a waste of time to do absoultely close to nothing, but little did they know doing nothing is actually hard work. This is because we are constantly surrounded by people who want to make us do work.

being idle is about being free, and not just being free from choosing between McDonalds and Burger King, or even Paragon from Takashimaya. Its about being free to live the life we want to lead, free from bosses, wages, commuting, consuming and debt. Its also about being free from restrictions and lies you hear everyday. Being idle is all about pleasure, fun and joy.

maybe its time we all stand up on our own feet and not be piggybacked. for one day, who knows what might come our way and we'll then be entitled to slavery - entitled to a lifetime of sufferings.

the light's fading and darkness falls upon. fatigue digs in and voices all start to fade. you gasp badly for air but the harder you try, the more you realise its only to your disadvantage. your life then starts to flash pass you, relieving you of the happy moments and terrorizing you with the bad. you then wish your life would just come to an end, there and then and spare you from all the two-fortys. you pray and pray, pray so hard that beloved God would just do you some justice.

sure, life's never fair. it never was. you could very well be in your nadir the next half of your life while the scumbags that resorted to dirty means are out there lavishing and being a prodigal. and again, you wished this had not happened. if only life was fair and freed from all these inequity.

thats what a huge portion of us are currently facing - indulging in self pity. theyll let the whole world know how hurt or devastated they can be and wishing they would be able to gain some sympathy in the process. little did they realise that others feel and want the same and that leaves no one to care about their own sad pathetic life. little did they realise how magnificient our lives can be, nor did they manage to apprehend the fact that what doesnt break you only makes you stronger.

and of course, the favourite sentence your mother, grandma or even your best friend would have told you before while you were busy munching on your excessive calorie intake dinner or blankly staring at the television. 'one door closes, another opens'. heed that advice. who knows, ladyluck might just be outside your door.

and so for all the desperate hearts tonight, hold your head high and look ahead. the road's never that far-stretching and boring - there are many exits along the way. it depends on which route youd want to take. so if things dont go your way, dont fret for your life's only just beginning.

and i cant believe i just spent twenty minutes typing this.