TALK COCK ONLY

there was a time, when i was wasting my time while doing my degree course at itm. i spent almost every night till the wee hours with a dear friend of mine. we were the experts in all sort of fields, be it economics, politics, sports, music .... you just name it. we would say this, commented that, tried to come up with solutions, criticized everything, on and on ... we belong to the superior specie mind you. we felt that we can change the world and bring about a whole new thinking and civilization. it was ok then to sleep late and skipped your morning classes, all in the name of saving mankind. if we did not do it, who else would be the saviour?

well 13 years have passed. physically, i'm still the old me. the rage is still there, the confusion, the anxiety, the anger, the frustration bla bla. but i guess being older helps me to be less critical of my surrounding. it does not affect anything anyway, globally or domestically. i was never the super hero that came to people's rescue when they were in dire need. i was just a teenager who liked to ramble on and on about other people's faults without giving much thoughts about my own flaws.

the world will end and so is my precious life. i cannot change the world but i do sincerely hope that these worldly affairs would not change me as well.

"my son. ask for thyself another kingdom, for that which i left is to small for thee" - alexander the great, iron maiden.

i am no alexander and i won't even come close to his attributes and achievements. the world is yours, so handle it with care. as for me, i talk cock only.