When a child opens up her eyes for the first time, the world is unknown to her. Coming to life, 9 months in human flesh incubation makes it a mystery to us all.
The mysteries about life & death can never be explained. It is a form that generates & dissipates thru life. We can understand how the form works. We can anticipate what will be the next move. We can visualize the character & the voice. We can feel like what it feels to be. It is this unpredictable element that makes life wonderful.
The bug finally bit me. Ever since I’ve launched my hyperspace presence, I try to get myself into the rhythm of writing regularly. Call it procastination, I am definitely blessed with it.
But looking back at was written, I got to admit, I have an inner child within me that is locked up. That inner child is somehow calling out and screaming for ice cream. A kid wanting to say whatever he wanted to say.
I went to a movie with a dear friend and her friend last weekend. Threesome in a movie theater. Nice. The first half of queueing in front of the ticket booth of GSC, we couldn’t get any for War of the Worlds. Looks like everybody is anxious to see how the world might end and kill everyone. Nice. During the 2nd half, after a heated discussion with my threesome partner, we settled for Robin Williams’s The Final Cut. It’s a story where there’s a TiVo in your brain and playback function included, when you’re dead. How cool can that be?
Right before the 2nd half of ticket queueing (they should make this a sport, who can queue & wait the longest), I was observing this young lady at nearby bar while waiting for my pals. She wasn’t pretty, but she has this certain allure that can drive any attention to her whoever she wanted. She looks as if she is lost in translation, not knowing what comes by and never know what goes by her. Surrounded by red, white, clear & gold water, she is redeeming herself of her own dignity, that she has thought to be lost. But all in all, she looks like she’s having fun for herself, and also to the men she’s trying to impress.
Reality is a dream to live in. Fantasy is a life to die for.
For the 13th time, I’ve received a new package that doesn’t seem the same as I wanted it to be. As the 12th package is not yet over with (or maybe it is, so says), the dependancies of this new package can not seem to satisfy my indulgence. It has no meaning. It has no value. It’s just not the package that’s been ordered from eBay.
But yet, it’s the only package right there, facing this terribly bagged eyes. Reached out for the knife, cut through the edges. There seems to be no tampered seams on the package… or so it seems. But then again, what is a surprise when it’s not setup discreetly? Cut off the tape, peel off the wrap. Surprise.
It’s still not a surprise. It doesn’t have what I seek, what I want. Bah, nowadays, how can I ask for something so meaningless and unable to reach? Maybe I’m just stuck in the ruts.
And I still have an upset stomach.
This is another broadcast of Random Thoughts Radio, 1928.fm.
I’m in my 3rd week of reduced nicotyne consumption. I’ve gained 2kgs in the past 2 weeks. I’ve never felt better (or healthier) in my life. The only mishaps was my unlimited trips to the loo on a supposedly good weekend. Spoil. Probably the body is taking over the nicotyne withdrawal & cleaning itself from the inside.
Here’s a tip to all prospective “stop smoking” smokers. Suck on Polo mints to kick the urge.
Here’s another tip. Stop buying cigarettes.