miscellaneous

another day.
precisely, another boring day as to be.

and there few hope-to-be-ignored people urged me to go and watch state-comp.
and although it has to be a 'yes' from me,
but u know, sometimes it gets difficult when your feet are especially, and unexpectedly,
reluctant.

then i decide, my mind divided into 2 parts now.
one of it decide to take in those urgings,
and the other part took over and buried the previous thought,
and, subconsciously as ever, I remained.

compromise between 2 thoughts, first one deadly, the other even more deadly.

sorry if you didn't get to see me.
and even a double time sorry if you didn't get to have a chance to look at me in full U, which I wouldn't have the slightest interest to let you scrutinize on.

and another part somehow wished that I would go, at least my ass up,
but head down.

instead,
I went out, i mean, apparently, I ended up in Kajang, surveying my future home there.
and there along the way, on the silver way my father kept nagging at me,
hey, you know? 700 thousand, it's not that real easy.
and though, I know, but it wouldn't just fit in my mind, for always.

and as i went back, another moment I ended up in shin's house, i mean, lounge(?)
and, ghostly as ever,
I got my skull, no, i mean, hair -
-cut
and it was, okay to the side of it.

meanwhile some guests reached my house when I finally got back to house with my quite-noticeable paces. and there all inmachos were playing mahjong, I knew quite clearly that I wouldn't have been zombie, finding a vacant and sit and rot and lose soul with few meats around pong-ing, gong-ing, and eating (seik-wu).

tv screens on.
and I watched past my sis' head to the screen.
a documentary as my mind wandered that directionlessly.
particularly, a plane appeared in the screen, showing some I-dunno-what series of event in it.
but that plane reminded me something quite as miscellanously.

misc but apparently i got it locked in mind as i remembered, memory dug.
i remembered my brother got an inscentive trip to taiwan.
taiwan u know? and forget bout it, and i dunno:
for unknown's sake he captured all-but-still-unknown,
empty-as-zero pictures on the plane, by the pane, to the (?) err..
and i hesitate for the word, WINGS?
and i was what for a?
huh?
hmm...

but well have a look, above clouds,
where I (god) sleep,
calmly as ever.

now guys, though you don't really get the chance to see me today,
and as to fulfill your bewildering disappointment,
and anxiousity and discouragement and mostly as ever,
depression,
ok, well, look at my bed,
i mean all in toto: my bedroom,
it doesn't mean 'vast', but boundless should suit better.



and, excuse me,
i, i mean, my brother, he didn't simply mean to take these photos of the above-clouds,-
wait, i mean, of my BED(s) this grayishly. I DO wash my bed(s) frequently that you couldn't possibly make a measure of the frequency.
but in fact, that was all because of the (as to physic theory) err.. (and sandra would complain *there you go again gor...*) so i stop with those IRRITATING-TO-YOUR-HORMONES theories. but instead, the fact is that the window, and due to several defined or undefined circumstances, that does the effect.
crap.

and, back to the reality here,

had you ever seen a recycle bin in taiwan?


well-educated people seem to choose living at taiwan,
and this is much due to the going-to-exticnt wisdom they are having.

or, a mailbox?

well, don't get overwhelmed by their intelligence in the sense of, er.. art.
being this diagonal isn't that easy.
and would you put some letters in it,
i bet the postman would ignore it,
and if i were the postman,
your letters will be sent in opened condition.

and these were all of craps,
all are miscellaneous,
just that,
but, my bedroom couldn't be miscellaneous!
because it's mine,
and of course, it's God's.