L.I.F.E. brief candle… sheeesh yea rite…
Ahhhh…. The smell of Blog in the making… you have to love that smell 
I won’t write some damn teaching or trying to make stupid jokes like I use to today. Sorry for my fans (if I have any out there) and um… no…. to any stupid director who is vulnerable for critic for creating such a idiotic movie… This piece or writing doesn’t mean any of you are safe… (10000 B.C.’s people-stupid-enough-responsible-for-creating-stupid-movies… you all are still in my list of miserable-nothing-to-do-people being criticize by me).
The night is cold… can’t sleep… maybe it was the bad news bout my grand father’s brother’s news that he passed away recently 8.00pm sharp at 6/10/2008… nah… can’t be that… he won’t pay me a visit tonight… maybe after the “100 days rule” he’ll just see how I’m doing as a cute little bug. I think it’s because… Mom just got a new job, she’s so happy about that (We all are happy… that means I can get some extra cash and she can bring me back to Sabah earlier to feed the dogs and prepare dinner for her everyday). Hurm… can’t be that… I’m happy but… It’s been a few days since I have trouble sleeping. Wait… Is it because I received a phone call from a sweet girl? Well… It was 4 hours ago… It was in my mind for awhile but it was not sticking like glue inside my brain…Was it because I thought of the poor little children around the world who has no parents and feel life is too evil upon them? (nope certainly not that one)… maybe it was because I was thinking about what the future holds for me and what could it possibly offer me later…
If I try to explain this phenomenon scientifically, I would say my brain is not going to theta wave which is caused by activating the brain in a way it is hard for it to rest for itself by means of looking at a book trying to understand some equations which has to do something about catalysts thingys… Damn… I think I might have activated it way tooo much after pampering it with excessive sugar intake and a series of hibernation processes…
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Then, I went to the toilet… peeing blindly as there was no source of light… being guided only by my 3rd sense, my sense of hearing of the splashing water and my 6th sense, my sense of humor where I think I’m not peeing in a bucket filled with water… I thought of what the hell am I worrying about the future? Yes, it may be damn freakin ugly or way too crappy for me… Then again, I’m always laughing no matter how bad the news is to me at the end of the day… Mom & Dad both have a job, really happy for that, my grandpa passed away… his brother too… well… I bet they are playing mah jong somewhere beyond the heavenly gates (yea it can happen that way). My brother has a stable job and my sister decided to continue her studies (hoorah hoorah!!) although she does get words from my mother every now and then about her new boy friend… (I did my part of talking with her… I bet she knows what kinda guy fits her best). Everything seems well, except for the fact my house is still as big as penalty box in an actual football field, I’m grateful that I still got a place to sleep and teach my dogs how to kill squirrels before they run away. Plus, I believe when I turn 90 and still living there, I won’t have a problem walking around the house with ease, (No stairs… No long walks… No chance of losing your things) very convenient to live in at that kind of age.
So much places to go… So many exiting things to experience… My L.I.F.E. is way too early to say “it has begun”… another 1.5 years in this place I call “sanctuary of endless knowledge-my-ass” before I enter the real world of pain (as miserable people like to picture it) making me believe L.I.F.E. is not as brief as a candle might be (Shakespeare was a miserable man… he complains about everything except for Love… making the only man to think this world is horrible but still has a ray of light he calls “Love”… I hate him because of that) If I could turn back Time… I would stick a ball pen up his ass and say “that is how Romeo should die” and kick his balls and shout “now you know how brief should a candle be”.
I don’t know what I’m muttering here… damn sleepy… I wana sleep….
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