It's Just My Imagination
Monday, June 26, 2006
 
First, you detect a faint grumbling noise which sounds... then fades.. then sounds again before fading. Shortly after, a thunderous GROWL erupts and abruptly breaks the peaceful sunny monday afternoon. Concsiously, your face feels as if it has made friends with the thermal pot and slowly .... steadily warms. The sweat drops turn to sweat streams and they slide down your plumply flushed face.

There are little smurfs armed with boxing gloves , punching your insides as if there were no tomorrow and even going to the extend of kicking , elbowing... One whips out a egg beater and the other presents a whisker. What you ahve consumed tumbles TUMBLES TUMBLES TUMBLES like how the clothes spin AND SPIN AND SPIN in a dryer.

You mumble... " SHIKES. " vaguely, you hear the phone ringing but hey you dint bring your phone out on jogs.. then you realised. OH its nature calling. You clutch your fingers against your palms so tightly that they sink in.

Every move is carefully monitored. One wrong move could trigger ... TRIGGER .... trigger.

So i RAN AND RAN AND AND RAN AND WHISKED PAST WITHIN A FEW INCHES OF A RACING BIKE ALL THE WAY BACK HOME TO THAT GLIMMING POTTY WHOM IN MY HALLUCINATION WAS RECEIVING ME WITH OPEN ARMS.

oh boy WHAT PERSEVERANCE. what determination. how admirable. nearly 1 km ... NEARLY SPRINTING.

Imagine if I gave up ... NO , dont imagine. At that instant, I felt like I was a hostage to my own humanity. Im only human but humans could at lesat HOLD BACK AND RESISTTTTTTT!

Oh the wonders... It is some kind of mental training.
oh to top it off, I was chased by a dog.


i am seriously wondering if its that stinky LS in some part of malaysia''s wilderness secretly cursing me because he doesnt have a proper pottty to resolve his businesses. BAD LS. youre so stinky that the leeches dont get attracted to you!
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" Grant me true serenity to accept the things I cannot change ,
the courage to change the things I can ,
and the wisdom to know the difference."

This I saw hanging on the wall in my math tuition teachers' house.
This I shall work towards.
 
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