Tuesday, November 02, 2004
dream
Everyone has their own dreams. I have mine. By saying that I couldn't say that I have done all my best to even reach my dreams. And by saying that I wouldn't say that I don't have dreams anymore. Still that doesn't alter the fact that dreams tend to be unfaithful. They tend to leave you only to be replaced by newer version of these so called dreams.
These two days. I have done nothing. Except browsing thru my FHMs collection. Flipping thru the pages, I couldn't help noticing that Adam King guy. Get that girl, get that yacht, get that car, get that beer, get drunk. So much for conquering dreams huh? Well I dream of becoming a millionaire by selling karipap in the Trafalgar Square. Can aa? Someone is going to do it (..I think), so why not me? Yuh, dream on. Then I read the Shakespeare's Hamlet. Trying to make sense of the theory proposed in one of the Boston Public episodes, that the truly first ever rapper in the history of mankind is the Bard himself. New words, some rhyme some don't and only those 'into' it will generally understand it..so..yuh, maybe he was the first original rapper. I even tried to rap it. Having some Eminem's, Tupac's and even 4U2C's as the background themes. Well ok, I suck at it.Then found my form 3 maths book.Browsing thru and realized that I wasn't that bad at maths, algebras, trigonometries,err...ok back to FHM! Then I stopped at August 2003 issue. More of that Adam Kings would generally make me dream of him explaining to me about algebras and trigonometries in Shakespeare's kind of poems, while I persuade, by rapping at 2 talking pigeons to just take my karipap and leave as I don't accept guano as a payment-kind-of-material. Now, that's a dream.
Heard nothing except my mom nagging 'Yen, lauk sahuq dah beli? Yen bila nak pi pasar Ramadan? Yen kucing makan dak gi? Yen mai tolong mama masak..' . Hmm..mothers. So much for my dream life.
Anyway, I'm running out of time. My mom just called. 'Yen lekaih balik, satgi nak pi pasar Ramadan' . Hm. I've had it with this stupid dysfunctional mouse anyway. I should leave before I start to curse every now and then. I can curse. Some poeple still do. Even Muslims. But then if I were to curse, then I would be like one of them. Which is not something worth of even a dream!
