At this hour, i should have been sleeping, like the rest of those cuddling
suckling mortals on bed, of standard Malaysian grid's time which is +8 hours from the
so call illusion’s line named Greenwich, wherever it may be, i don't care. But here i am
prostituting myself cheaply, by the hour, to this newly created blog at the
mercy of the internet, at the cost of the jolly-good dreams i supposed to have and
the warm of bed that seems to be doing just fine without me crushing on it.
Well, for those accountants alike out there, supposedly it isn't wrong to say
that monetary wise, it does cost me as well. Hey, it is not as if we are not paying
anything for this heavenly-made wireless tech, right? And stop believing all
craps stuffed into our head (and beliefs) that if it says free, it is actually
free. Nothing is free here on this planet earth, guys. Sorry to upset you
but that is the truth. Everything costs something. We just have not realized
it, to be kind, YET!
For this, first posting of mine, i will make it short and swift.
I have no idea at all of what to begin my writing at although truth is i
have more than enough of those crowding at my space-less head. Perhaps they
were too crowded that they simply do not know how to come out aptly, liking to
those obedient kids at kiddies’ school, queuing the exit door one by one in
orderly manner waiting for the word, go. They, up above inside my head, are not
kids anymore hence the reason why they are not bother to, i guess. True enough
since i’m not a kid either. But stating that sad fact is not going to stop me
from acting like one, in life. There is nothing wrong to being kid once again,
right? It is the fun part, of becoming one, is what we have been missing. To enjoy
simple things that we know we would not if we are a sensible adult. Like playing
under the rain and then wait for the sun to shine so that the magical rainbow
will appear. Moment of magic like that is what that sadly we haven't had enough
since the day we start trading milk for Coke, and cookies for slabs of thick
juicy steaks. Speaking of steak, i guess i can take that in exchange.
What am i rambling? Gosh, where have i been?
So, as i mention above, somewhere in wherever paragraph it was, let us
make it short and swift. Just like the title of this newly-made blog, SKIP THE
TITLE. Yeah, skip it. Skip everything that is unnecessary. Hey, wait, don’t argue. It
makes sense if we go by the habit, of most readers. They never care to read
TITLES on whichever blog. That's the truth. Just test yourself on this one;
how many titles of blog do you remember? None, right? And that does not even
pinch a slightest surprise to me because our common sense (and literature
instinct) has not much appetite on those except the contents. So, SKIP THE
TITLE, is what bears as well for me when comes to introduction and explanation.
Again, as if anyone does care of who i am and what i care to explain. Yeah,
right.
Justifying the short and swift prophecy (as it is call now taking into
consideration of how many times it has been due of its end), i am hereby
skipping everything explanations as to why i created this unfortunate blog and
who the unfortunate soul was (who misses his sleep) that dares to ignite
writing at these wee hours of time. Which i’m sure no one would be complaining
about. Neither am i.
So that’s the initiation as for now, guys. My first post. Short and
swift, i presume. Nothing more to write. And of course, being short and swift,
you are entitle to SKIP THE TITLE if you want to. Hey, you can skip reading
this post, if you decide as well. But skipping as you may, you are but already
come to the end of my writing, which you did read, by the way. So, we aren't
exactly SKIP THE TITLE after all, do we? Ha ha.
Make it short and swift, guys. Go and enjoy the rain while it lasts. But alternately, you can, of course, skip that too he he. Have fun!
Note: I have not done editing this blog. Run out of idea as much as i
have run out of time too. The yawning has catches my eyes by now. So before i miraculously
able to write some ancient kind of languages here (gift courtesy of unbearable
enough temptations of sleeping) that even aliens would not understand a word, i
just want to say thank you for reading this post. And do bring the whole family
for your next visit if you decide that playing under the rain is simply not
enough a fun. I am.
