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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Just for laughs...(no, i'm not in denial)
A kid laughs because he is truly entertained, taken away, overwhelmed with joy.........
ok i guess i'm going to tell all of you ppl-that-ever-reads a story..its certainly not an auto-biography of myself(but of course, it is a reference to reality)....i'm just in a mood to be colourful, and i haven't written a story since the o lvls....i hardly could know how to start.....but i feel that for ppl like Jun Hui and Qihuat who constantly reads these posts and would later tell me and laugh about it, i feel responsible that i have to give them something interesting..
right now, my life is a real bore, i admit.
(story is going to be quite ridiculous and lousy)
There was a boy named Timmy. He had always been living a smooth-sailing life, with hardly any drama in his life to paint it red. He wondered how it was like to be a child again. Everyone was once a child, but we no longer remember how our attitudes or behaviour once were. He pondered, 'A kid laughs because he is truly entertained, taken away, overwhelmed with joy.........'. Though a child still lies at the back of our head, child-like behaviour still stems from the unconscious, he wondered if he was truly happy each time he laughs. Each time he had a great time with his friends, joking, playing and just running about, he couldn't hold himself back but let out rapid bursts of laughter. Yet, each time when things were calm. He can't stop wondering about the lack of colour in his life. Even though he laughs, he is not truly happy. There is always something missing. There exists an emptiness in everyone that cannot be satiated by one's own will, even this, quite often it cannot be provided by those around you either. Still, such a life he continued to lead, and continued to laugh. Never expect to find someone that will understand you, it is better to understand yourself and what you want and to get it at the end of the day.
He met a clown one day on the way back to school. He was awed and attracted by this aura of cheeriness that exudes out of him like colourful spinning streamers hung onto the handles of a pink bicycle. Sadly for Timmy that day, he dropped some money on the floor and had to go home hungry because he absolutely could not buy any crackers for lunch. Even Polly, his very-bestest-friend did not spare him any crackers as crackers were Polly's weakness. Polly digs crackers man......
At once, the clown spotted this pathetic-excuse-for-a-human-being. He felt this urge to be the rescuer, to help cheer him up again. However, at that point of time, he was immensely surrounded by lots of irritating children vying for his absolute attention, and being a clown, his only honor to serve was in entertaining these rugrats. These children was like all-hell-broke-loose. They don't give a fuck. THey just wanted to be happy. They stepped on his big red shoes, turning them black. They pulled his big red hair, though there were curly, they became entangled. They pinched his big red nose. One even tried to puncture and push his nose into his face, to no avail, the nose merely squeaked and that only drew larger laughters and more hands to squeeze his red red nose. He hated the children. And worst of all, the sin of all sins, the children compared him to Ronald Macdonald.
'The world of McDomination'
He hates Ronald and Mr Colonel. They are posers, sell-outs. Cashcows of gluttonous businessmen. They make real clowns like him feel ashamed of being clowns, for these true clowns were the real non-conformists until they were being commercialised by filthy pocketting businessmen with no real agenda in life besides making more money for themselves. The burgers look and tasted like saggy breast. The fried chicken like saggy skin. "Who eats this shit?! TUDE! FUCK IT! TUDE!"
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ok i will continue this story tmr...its 12 am now, i really want to complete this story, but like freaking everything else, timing is wrong....its the stupid a lvls, and i need to get sleep to slug it out tmr........this story is probably about everything i've learnt so far........and i already have the whole story in my head..so anyone that is out there, stay tuned.
ok i guess i'm going to tell all of you ppl-that-ever-reads a story..its certainly not an auto-biography of myself(but of course, it is a reference to reality)....i'm just in a mood to be colourful, and i haven't written a story since the o lvls....i hardly could know how to start.....but i feel that for ppl like Jun Hui and Qihuat who constantly reads these posts and would later tell me and laugh about it, i feel responsible that i have to give them something interesting..
right now, my life is a real bore, i admit.
(story is going to be quite ridiculous and lousy)
There was a boy named Timmy. He had always been living a smooth-sailing life, with hardly any drama in his life to paint it red. He wondered how it was like to be a child again. Everyone was once a child, but we no longer remember how our attitudes or behaviour once were. He pondered, 'A kid laughs because he is truly entertained, taken away, overwhelmed with joy.........'. Though a child still lies at the back of our head, child-like behaviour still stems from the unconscious, he wondered if he was truly happy each time he laughs. Each time he had a great time with his friends, joking, playing and just running about, he couldn't hold himself back but let out rapid bursts of laughter. Yet, each time when things were calm. He can't stop wondering about the lack of colour in his life. Even though he laughs, he is not truly happy. There is always something missing. There exists an emptiness in everyone that cannot be satiated by one's own will, even this, quite often it cannot be provided by those around you either. Still, such a life he continued to lead, and continued to laugh. Never expect to find someone that will understand you, it is better to understand yourself and what you want and to get it at the end of the day.
He met a clown one day on the way back to school. He was awed and attracted by this aura of cheeriness that exudes out of him like colourful spinning streamers hung onto the handles of a pink bicycle. Sadly for Timmy that day, he dropped some money on the floor and had to go home hungry because he absolutely could not buy any crackers for lunch. Even Polly, his very-bestest-friend did not spare him any crackers as crackers were Polly's weakness. Polly digs crackers man......
At once, the clown spotted this pathetic-excuse-for-a-human-being. He felt this urge to be the rescuer, to help cheer him up again. However, at that point of time, he was immensely surrounded by lots of irritating children vying for his absolute attention, and being a clown, his only honor to serve was in entertaining these rugrats. These children was like all-hell-broke-loose. They don't give a fuck. THey just wanted to be happy. They stepped on his big red shoes, turning them black. They pulled his big red hair, though there were curly, they became entangled. They pinched his big red nose. One even tried to puncture and push his nose into his face, to no avail, the nose merely squeaked and that only drew larger laughters and more hands to squeeze his red red nose. He hated the children. And worst of all, the sin of all sins, the children compared him to Ronald Macdonald.
'The world of McDomination'
He hates Ronald and Mr Colonel. They are posers, sell-outs. Cashcows of gluttonous businessmen. They make real clowns like him feel ashamed of being clowns, for these true clowns were the real non-conformists until they were being commercialised by filthy pocketting businessmen with no real agenda in life besides making more money for themselves. The burgers look and tasted like saggy breast. The fried chicken like saggy skin. "Who eats this shit?! TUDE! FUCK IT! TUDE!"
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ok i will continue this story tmr...its 12 am now, i really want to complete this story, but like freaking everything else, timing is wrong....its the stupid a lvls, and i need to get sleep to slug it out tmr........this story is probably about everything i've learnt so far........and i already have the whole story in my head..so anyone that is out there, stay tuned.

