Thursday, April 26, 2007
as i bring into a compact those bright red and yellow hulkamaniacs coloured napkins while doing closing along with moses, i just took a flight to the future. with a yatch. oh mind jumble it all up. as presently focused how luxurious it was for moses and de jun going off to sailing soon, and preferably defer their ns. oh yea, beyond the stars i adore for the deferment.
till this very day, its been a ripleys motto on how what we perceived as infinity is somehow just a snap away. 2007 it is now. times flies, oh yea. its still cloudless on my remembrance when Mrs Sim, the bespectacle-ankle-bandaged-rather-aging english teacher held up her hand high up to the right hand corner of the black board, oh yes black board, pressed rigidly against it to write. 31 MAR 1997.
its still crystal clear to my frame of mind despite the decade is due to me anticipating April's Fools day, to conjure the best prank on that day.
on the otherside. brother is going to sign on to have army as his career on a more likely circumstance. military police to be specific. they are the ones who uphold the law in this rather hard-boiled camp ala the traffic police on the road. and read this. they are the ones who will come knocking at your door, pardon me bt not at 2am, to wrestle you out for being awol for ns. or just not being present. oh well, while building that rather delicate sandcastles in the air, my thoughts for the deep future is to sign on too. oh well, a full time infantry specialist. that sounds good on me. while i cant put to thought that , oh my. we are going to have a family of soldiers, with a chip of our shoulders.
"give me down fifty!" i demand in aghast mood to err, my son, for spilling choc milk on the table cloth.
oh take this scene, strict rules and regulations in our house. "no tv after 10, no food in bed, wastage of food cost a dollar per gram and no feeding to pigeons"
oh well, such regime of discipline isnt actually what truly describes my familia. house of the iron-fisted atmosphere is a mere antonym to the moment. mischievious is. few years back, yours truly was chasing his pitiful fomer classmates around. with a liquid paper. and yours truly was the culprit behind the mass killings of, KOIS. oh well, i thought they do indulge pebbles. somewhat heredity, as i still relive sights of my dad pinching my fellow uncles nipples and say is FUN.
on my daily basis though, i gravel out an adverdtisement on this First Media School of Design. oh,that caught my lazy eyes. always been a innovating whiz kid who fall to the knees and kiss the soles of design and arts, my attention was on it. from the institution, you will achieved an advance diploma. your en route to success followed by diploma, bachelor of arts,then on 3months Industry Attachment and taaddaaa. your choise will be branched out on employment route(professional designer) or entrepreneurial route(partnership with First Media). i love the prospect of it.
AZRI™ THE PROFESSIONAL DESIGNER.
or i shoud just follow the path my brother carved out and took with honor the torch he passed. oh well time is a limitating agent. look at the damage done now. oh im a state of muddle . oh well,let nature takes its course then.
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