This time tomorrow,I will be a boy of 24. It seems so weird to think of myself as a 24 yr-old..bloody hell. I don't actually know what to think.Maybe when I wake up tomorrow,I'll feel different and I'll have a new(positive?) mental attitude....who knows? It could well happen overnight though it might be kind of weird for everybody else....well,we'll just have to see. Happy Chinese New Year by the way. It feels like an ordinary day for me though. I went to class,I came back home, I watched some telly and now,I'm on the computer....not any richer and certainly alot poorer....ah,the joys of not being in Spore to pick up those lovely red packets filled with money......anyway,here's a poem I've decided to write right now(improv,freestyle electro poetry if u will):

The Poem of a Sad Moment

i don't want anything but you,
i don't want to see you with,
him.
i don't want to see you without me.
But is this wishful thinking?
i've got a sinking,
feeling.
That this is just the stuff which nightmares are made of.

so,don't come round.
don't talk to me,
I don't want to see,
you,
don't want you to see me,
blue.
I don't want anything but you.

Tim '05