Orange

with eyes slit; say:

I'm turning into somethin else

Heck,

I've turned into somethin else.

orange and green, lime green

Gooda Morning

News! I have no reasons to be vague now. No qualms in putting I in whatever im gonna write.

These latest development is the result of a 2-hour sat down with The Father (see if im all vague you think I'd tell you that?). It was downright confusing, incomprehensible, noisy and i really dont know the word to describe my last description of the whole situation (could be orangey, im not sure)

Vagueness, gone! I'll give straight answers.

*gonna miss you, V.

Metric.

Say Oi! to this sudden feeling of helplessness!

I feel like I am in a half crouch position, hands extended in front of me trying frantically to stop whatever it is that's coming towards me and fuckme it's coming fast. Whatever it is coming towards my way is gonna send me into a state of frantic; and please frantic is never what I need.

Eh, why now? What grant you this feeling of power? What the fuck gives?

If you come in waves, i'd be drenched to the bones and swept away to the very end of that corner right there. If you come in pricks, all I'd be left is nothingness; where not even one land of prick is possible. When you come, you will come big.

Whatever it is, please choose a timely arrival. I need you, but I don't need you now. And when you ask when, I'll ask why.

Horrible toughts.

Fine I'll write something.

I am slightly feeling feverish, and TV is irrelevant. It is switched off and normally that would mean a strange phenomena is lurking around that corner over there, expanding until seen (the TV might be on actually, but since the focus is on the Strange Phenomena, it might as well be off)

That corner over there happens to be a pink wall, and I attribute the color to the creator's effort to tone down whatever is coming from behind it.

To be guessing, it will be obvious. I myself stand by my principle, that is whoever it is that state the obvious, is a douche.

The TV is irrelevant at times like this, but why isn't the fan? or the birds? In my anticipation, my ears caught the sound of the fan spinning and the birds chirping. It's almost eerie, this situation is. Like someone's living in my head, like I'm living in my head. My head would probably paint a pretty picture for myself. My head, who fibs a lot and laughs at all my jokes.

But, it might be food behind that corner over there. Nah, that would be me being a douche.

Ok fine! You dont have to get me. All im saying is that Im hungry.

Cuba.

Oh wow.

Those Were My Final Fantasy.

I proved to be resilient. You'd think it's easy, battling hordes of enemy coming at you, with swords, guns, fire blazing from mouth, big feet to stomp on you, undead zombies clawing at your flesh? The undead zombies, when they die, sometimes defied all odds and came back alive again!It isn't easy. You need Willpower! Strong Stomach! Good Eye-Hand Coordination! And a good pillow to lean your elbow onto.

It isn't easy to keep someone alive as well. To feed them every needs. Hunger. Love. Even hygiene. They will DIE I repeat DIE if you lack resilience and basic architectural and cooking skill.



*Rindu*

Groggy Mode.

Minimalist. Spacey. Simple. I'd like to think.

But this is verging on Empty, duude. I don't wanna take that corner. I'll swerve and crash. On purpose if I have to.

First step: Admitting.
First admission: I have no faith to spare in you. Any of you. Is there something you can do? Please? Because I don't.

That's a block on progress, right there.

I'm a good believer in second chances. I'll distribute some. Not a a big fan of planning though, so here goes my favorite phase; "We'll see about that."

Raise your hands if you like Ping-Pong! *raise hands*

Optimists would say;
It's not that bad. Fixable. Definitely.
Realists would say;
Plausible. We'll see about that.
Pessimist would say;
FML.

Realists would say to Optimists;
Fuck off, phoney. You witch.

Realists would say to Pessimist;
Ungrateful, you.

Everyone would say to Realists;
......
(because realists always have uncrossed comebacks if they chose to)

So Realists stay on while others float away or fall flat on faces. Realists don't float or fall because Realists retain in Walls.

But Realists always have a sledgehammer on standby, patiently anticipating to swing it as hard as Realists can in a moment's notice. That I can assure you.

You yes you.

Let go, when you see a tree to grab in front of you. It was slippery, but what isn't? Sliding and jumping while you can; consequences irrelevant; faith unwavering; future unseen; that kind of moment does not come easily, if not at all.

If you crash, when you do crash, you know there's always someone to pick you up. Example; you.

Addis Ababa Rocks

Addis Ababa says to the gathering of humanoid in front of him/her, “Good morrow, my people! My given name is Philomena. But as you good people able to witness the mighty creation of what God has humouredly given me, I have a penis as a reproductive organ. Feast your god-rightfully-given eyes a little bit further north; you will see the outline of two mighty bosoms.”

The crowd gasped for they only saw when they were told. They feast on chicken fat for breakfast and hays for dinner; hence they were not very bright in the head.

“ ’Fret not, my children, for I am as confused as you are. Hurl away demonic, impure thoughts from your mind; and stare at my angelic face, and feel once at ease!”

Lack of mind control prohibits the crowd to hurl anything from their mind, so they hurled rocks, bones, sand and rotten cabbage at Addis Ababa/Philomena.

THE END; me think.

Pothead

Miss Communy Catey. Call me Muni or Cathy is fine.
_______________________________________

Since the birth of Tobacco, everything else ceased to exist. Example: water, food and sex. It was reported in the early 16th century that a dude, a Mr. Berichwen Idye found Tobacco on the continent of America and brought it onboard the Spanish Armada and set sailed to the land of the Queen, and all things known to mankind went chaotic.

(Since it is safe to say that we have been beguiled by our history teachers about the existence of the Stone Age, Paleo and Mesolithic Era, Theory of Evolution (but don't hold it against your teacher because they too were first beguiled by their teachers and the syllabuses), from now on we are free to create our own history, however we like it.)

Continuing on; mathematic's Chaos Theory, contrary to popular believe, was not actually advocated by Edward Lorenz. It was the Tobacco. So is The Murphy's Law. It wasn't created by some Murphy guy. Tobacco did. Tobacco has claims on everything!

Such a phenomenal entity this Tobacco is; the mass population of the 20th century started to think that Tobacco needed to be granted a grander image. The job was given to an almighty branding agency called Hollywood Inc, and Hollywood Inc. started off with the basic; the NAME.

Now Tobacco was not at all a bad name, but it does sound a little bit country-ish, and the name painted a picture of yellowish greenery and farmers and cowboys on a buffalo. Besides, another highly addictive substance ; in an effort to rally with Tobacco's popularity, has copied the last part of Tobacco's full name (Tobaccocaine).

The people at Hollywood Inc decided not to succumb to the name-counterfeiting. They decided to come up with a cooler, all rounded name that can cater to a larger audience. In a strategy to undermine any other addictive or recreational substance popularity, Hollywood Inc secretively branded them as well; but with a lame and confusing names such as Special K, Barbiturates, Horse Tranquilizer. Whereas Tobacco were glamorize; with uber cool names - Alfred Dunhill, Peter Stuyvesant, Philip Morris, Marlboro Man; and instead of a buffalo, the cowboy now rides a stallion.

Demure actresses in a white, chest-exposing dress and white gloved-hands chained smoked while lying down on a Cleopatra couch while dashing gentleman in a suit and a fedora bend over to light up the Pall Mall, with one elbow on a bended knee.

Fast forward to present day, instead of advertising and familiarizing, Tobacco has been given an air of exclusivity. Counterfeiting is still at large, and this name is not the only thing targeted. Even Tobacco itself is being copied. Instead of an uber-cool box, those counterfeiters stamped a pictures of balls on the box and sell it at a much much cheaper price without the 'You Smokers All Will Die But You Die Faster' tag. The real Tobacco however has become exclusively and ridiculously expensive, in order to cater to those brand-whores.

tbc.

High Pitch.

False alarm(s). Could have use my brain for something vulgar and spine-resting, but no. Damn you.

It's really hot outside. Put some batteries out for some childhood reminiscing. I wouldn't say it's a bad one, but everyone else would.

Getting recharge for the trip back. Back to uncertainties. I shouldn't have hoped, but I did, so it was on me. Truthfully I wish for the death sentence, but of course most of the time I don't. The constant thing in life is always the change. But the cycle isn't all that bad, ya know. It prepares you. Then contradicts you when you're falsely prepared.

Discern holes for things to fit. Stuff. Matters. Batteries. Telescopes. Daisies.

The trick was to keep one part empty, the rest full. Push the unwanted into the emptiness. Technically it will work. Rely on the technicalities.

The Game

hey ho.

let's play a game. it's called; what are you doing home? Ask how many times you feel like.

The steps are easy. In fact you are already starting.

full mark for answers like:
sleeping
smoking
dusting off
picking up shit
watching I Love You,Man

half mark for vague answer such as:
i don't know
*silence*
butt off
waiting for the phone call
handling shit
still waiting for the phone call

and a slap on the face for whoever answers:
exercising

count the marks.for those who get slapped their marks will get deducted by a 100 points.

the winner will get to continue waiting. the loser will get to play Scrabble.

39.

The tedious, mundane work- settled. Leaving voids and voids of spaces that has this hate monster striking up against the barricade, roaring and gearing and shaking to come through.

'Hate' is undoubtedly a very strong word, along with 'cancer' and 'masturbation'. In fact in the spirit of togetherness, 'Hate' can be associated with both other words, although I am not so sure how I feel about the latter.

Haha.

See? I have been telling myself and those who are willing to hear that I've been wrongly blessed with a Superpower/Curse.

"Splurges and urges of strong emotions can be single-handedly crushed by a mere mention or thought of something else" would be the tagline if Hollywood decided to shoot a movie about my Superpower (starring Scarlet Johanssen). I admit it isn't the catchiest tagline, but I predicted it'll be an indie movie where all the actors will be rued into thinking they work for artistic passion instead of money.(The male lead will be that guy from Half Nelson and The Notebook I cant believe I forgot his name, oh yes Ryan Gosling. I've been thinking of Ryan Reynolds)

Some people are born with a dim wit, most probably resulted from a malnutrition mothers who ate grease everyday during pregnancy. These dim-witted individuals will failed to discern that I have used my Superpower, twice, in this post alone. But their dim-wittedness could not be the sole factor here. Like any other indie movies, some things are not for all to comprehend.

All superheroes are destined to have at least one deadly weakness. My kryptonite would be the half an hour period of time before succumbing to sleep; and grammatical mistakes. The rest of the 23 and a half hours the superpower of mine are charged and ready to annihilate all coming dangers.

A person with superpower also naturally will be well equipped with a strong wall of ego, turning all this nonsense into nonsense, and abruptly ends everything, except for the thoughts of 39.

Unstability Leads to Bad Acting.

Private version of twitter.

....
Private=Prebet. Menyelamatkan Prebet Ryan. Can you imagine?
Must admit though, I watched Leftenan Adnan (Lewd-tenant Adnan), and was holding back tears at more than one point.

Am squinting when I wrote this so that people at work perceive me as someone with a lot of shit to handle.
Actually, I am.
I am also a good runner.
This is me running away.

At least until Monday.