Of the Hypnotised Hate
I was having some late night chats with a friend of mine from Secondary School.He gave me his blog address and i read it,and he seemed to be extremely pissed off with this classmate of his.Well,to the extent that if you hand each of them a sword they'd probably fight till the last person standing.The truth is,they hate each other now,and would be willing to die just to see the other party die under his or her fists.Man,what in the world is happening?The oddest thing is,that he told me that he actually liked her.Haha.Doesnt this just sound like one of those cheesy soap dramas on Wednesday afternoons.

Wonder how anybody could do that really.Perhaps i am the only soul survivor in this world where emotions happens only in fairy tales.Oh well,whatever it is,i wonder if that emotionless way of treating things is right.After all,you wont have any regrets.Even if you do,you wouldnt blame yourself for doing such a thing.Everybody except for myself,seems to have a way to hypnotise themselves once they feel the need to do it.How i wish that everybody has that ability to hypnotise themselves.With a simple snap of the fingers and you'd forget who you are,where you are,what you did and turn into John Nash,the Schizophrenic Man."After i snap my fingers i shall be clever!" and then i'd really be clever.Well,at least for a moment anyway.In this case,i wish i could hate her for a while and see how it feels like.Oh well,just a thought.Perhaps i can wake up one day,sit at the edge of my bed and snap my fingers and go:

"I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close.
Not even a little bit.
Not even at all..."
(This poem was based on a woman's perspective,but its cool anyhow)

I want to forget,i want to leave.I want to be hypnotised,i want to be free.

"After you hear this snap of my fingers,you'd start to hate her."

*snap*

Ok,that didnt work...

Song of the Moment---Quiet by John Mayer