Thursday, June 24, 2004

Eternity End

Okay... Been playing to much vRO (not malaysian dammit!) that I've been neglecting my e-mails. As a result, a terrible pain clicking work of deleting 191 spam messages. Not to mention that some letters that come from Uniten are somehow included into these spam messages. Sigh.. The pain. But then again, there's nothing much to look inside e-mails nowadays. All there is are slightly amusing forwarded e-mails and junk mail.

Mom and Dad have been away in Mekkah for more than 2 weeks and it's going into it's 3rd. They'll be arriving back on Sunday 7:45. Coincedently the same time Johann's uncle will be coming back from Mekkah. I'm guessing that they were on the same trip. But anyways, with the Parent restriction gone, the past two weeks have been spent hanging out with the dudes till 3 to 5 am. Even 9 am once. A lot of COD sessions, Bong Sessions, vRO MVPs, etc.. etc. Oh look, it's 5 am! And I just got back. It's a real strange feeling. And all this freedom is going to end. One thing, it's brought me and my brothers together. Each of us would camp in the living room till nightfall (When I start roaming the city). Either eyes glued to the TV and the PS2 or glued to the PC. Nightime comes, each of us would dissapear and get dinner. I spend the night outside and wake up in the afternoon. Bringing myself to discover the true meaning of the nickname Dawnwalker. When everyone is sound asleep, I come out and play.

My car. My cute little toy car. My cute little toy car Kelisa. I really need to get it cleaned. The front bumper is too looking a little screwed after the bang in Midvalley. My most loyal companion of all times. Gotta get that thing cleaned.

Stoned. Some of you already know, that I can finally say this word. Because I know how it feels. Stoned. That's a once in a lifetime experience for me to know, and for only my closest friends to find out. The irony of knowing that my parents when to see God and I see less light each day... Falling into the darkness...

Living the life, With a ciggarette on the left hand, and the right finger point to pointless dreams, Watching the time fly by. Sometime in the Night, somewhere in KL...
And then I ran out of breath....

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