He walks in circle, a thousand round wondering wondering and wondering. His mind sways from the sweet barren earth to the bitter stint of lost and contempt. Too many things to do in such a seemingly little time. Too many things want to achieve but the barrier to achievement are too strong to be penetrate. There are many things not going his way to the path he wants to follow. Things always do not go on your way as you wanted or expected. A twist in the myth it is for those who plan their life so well but end up turning to the corner of the world wondering is this what they really want? Some say your life is plan by the higher force of nature who lives beyond our reality, some say things happen for a reason but what reason?
He is not exactly doing the things he love most now in his life, what he loves most was just blocked away by those he love less. A dilemma that had been reconstructing in his mind and soul continuously without limitation. He might just reap his skull open one day and left for himself for dead under the dim illumination of the lamp post in a dark empty street. The moth shall lay upon his skull and there be his soul dwell within the moth to fly for enlightenment over the orange light of the lamp. Enough of mourning, he shall look ahead for something he couldn't see which might turn out to be a little shed of hope for himself...hopefully...
On the day of the Friar which is the day of considerably high amount of evil in certain religion context. Ok, what I am actually trying to say is that it is a Friday, the F day. Last F day, Lilin, Reveral and me when to the City Centre to do some snapshots for our assignment which turn out supposedly serious work into fun-come-chaotic hussle and bussle of jam packed situation on the road. It was a really good outing, the down-factor of it is that Reveral and me are still sick. She having her cough and me with my feverish condition, sore throat and loads of those thick greenish infected gluey eeewy phlegm in my nostrils, throat and trachea *simply wanna add more biological term in there for the fun of it, kinda forgot whats trachea is actually*. We hope the picture we took meet the standard of our lecturer who is kind off like a very professional photographer who judge pictures meticulously. I do not have much confident in my pictures, I am not even sure about the characteristic of "bright and dark" and "few and lot". This is really one of my trickiest yet sounded simple but really hard assignment for me. After all is done, I head on the separate ways with them, they took the train while I took the SJ bus. Stood in the bus which remain at the same spot for half an hour plus or so which got me really bothered at that time. I do not have good impression on the city's SJ public bus service. The makcikkk conductor in the bus there keep pesturing all of us to cramp at together by folding up our body so that 1 space can stand 2 humans. She stated "laki laki sana, pompuan pompuan sini, laki laki sana" padahal the sana there are other ladies as well. I do not get what she meant. Then she came towards me and grad both my hands and start tilting me left and right "eh eh dik dik, berdiri cam ni, mcm ni baru orang bleh masuk lg, skrang u masuk dlm lagi". Seriously? .... I couldn't care less, this is how it works here in this country. Still a 3rd world mindset. We are all use to it ain't we? I got off at Amplunged Arena and collected my weapon of death for gladiator practice in a training death camp, our band of brothers did well we were all exhausted and worn out for the night. Got home, long hot shower, strepsils, start summarizing my day and thinking and thinking.
It's good to see Moca again when we arrive at the City Centre, it has been 1 year plus that we didn't see each other. Good to see her on the right day where she screwed her own bangs.
Sailin'Off...
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