aye aye, back here again with a post, a nonsensical post....
i just lurveeee to see someone fall, fall really hard, those type of fall that most people make it their last.
why this perverse fetish with seeing another one biting the dust? , you ask.
cos, i derive even greater pleasure from seeing that same person rising from the ashes, rising to greater heights, and in the process shutting all the obituary writers predicting his demise.
i haf always strive to choose to be subtle rather then 'in yer face'.
its just not my style. and of cos, i ain't gonna please the whole wide world with my own kind of subtlity. hints, and only hints i will drop to convey my meaning. my deepest, true-est meaning.
i am just a bit off the mainstream in terms of thinking, but i make the effort, and mind you its quite an effort, to conform to the mainstream way of thinking. cos, i haf known for the longest time, there can be no fighting the system. the only way could be taking youself outta the system, a system in which i haf grew accustomed to the little convenences that it brings, ie, handphones, email, cars etc etc.
someone once told me this, and i quote, verbatim to how i remember it. 'i already know how i am going to die, lung cancer, liver cancer, cardiac arrest and most probably i will die young, so why not, live it up now?'
yeah, i wanna live it up now, right here, right now, no hestitation, no delays, no regards for the consequences, no facing the music. this dream will, and always remain a dream, for i know, and we all know, there is such a thing like cause and effect. and its results can be very real. very very biting and brutal.