Thursday, August 07, 2008

The Dream

I was dead again.

Last night.

This time, I was shot a multiple shot with a machine-gun like weapon.

I was in a death row. Literally. We were shot one by one and I knew no one in the row. And I didn't even know why was I shot, what did I do to deserve it.

When my turn arrived, I managed to profess my faith (Shahada) before they started to shoot me mercilessly in the chest. I can feel the pain and I can feel my soul being pulled out of my body.

I thought it was real.

I had no regrets even if it's real.

I'm not ready but I don't mind. I just don't mind. Well, what can you do if it's your turn to go?

When I woke up, the morning sun was shining on my face. I looked around me. It's the same messy bedroom, wall painted with cheap paint, shoes in front of the telly.

"Oh, it was just a dream!" I told myself.

Then I moved on.

posted by androi8 at 6:48 pm 5 comments

Friday, August 01, 2008

The Regrets

I couldn't really recall how many time I had to say. "Sorry, I don't do girls" but I've been saying it quite often lately.

On a beautiful island in the north-eastern coast of Malaysia (Well, Perhentian Kecil Island to be exact...):

Damsel in distress: You have chest hair! I want to touch!*Upon seeing me topless*

Mate in distress: Sorry, not for girls!

Damsel in distress: You'll never know until you try...

Mate in distress: Sorry, I don't do girls.

And she even said that if my parents ask me to settle down, I can marry her! Ahahaha! Funny.

Last night at a birthday party:

The paper-bag Princess: Oh really? He's just like Sam? *Asking for assurance from another friend and referring to a gay friend for my sexuality*

Another friend: Yes dear, he's just like Sam. You think he's straight?

Mate: Lol *when the conversation overheard by me* Sorry, I don't do girls! But you're safe with me! Hehehe.

It's seems like girls are quite fond of me eh?

Wek. I'm cursed.

posted by androi8 at 4:52 am 6 comments