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Do you dare to stay out?
Do tou dare to go in?
How much can you lose?
How much can you win?
And if you go in,
should you turn left or right?
Or right and three-quarters?
Or maybe not quite?
You can get so confuse, that you’ll start in to race…
down long-wiggled roads at a break-necking pace…
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space…
headed i fear towards a most useless place…
The waiting place.
For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go…
or for a bus to come…
or a plane to flight…
or the mail to come…
or the rain to stop…
or the phone to ring…
or the snow to snow…
or waiting around for yes or a no…
or a string of pearls or a pair of pants…
or wig with curls…
or another chance.

I hate waiting…

Everyone wants to go to heaven.
The trouble is…
No one wants to die!

Have you ever had a fantasy?
I bet all my money that you have…
Everybody does.
Everybody has fantasy.
But every now and then, some other fantasy slips in/conceal
Unfortunately, however…
Most of our fantasies dissolve when we wake,
banished or cast out to the back of our mind.
But sometimes, we’re convince ourselves
if we try hard enough ( or pretty damn hard! )
we can live the dream ( rare occasion though )

If you’re asking what is my fantasy?
Hmm.. it’s quiet simple to be honest
Here’s my fantasy…
Amusement and pleasure is good…
And twice as much pleasure is certainly better… Hehehe..
That pain is bad ( of course! )
And no pain is certainly better. ( i don’t want fantasized pain! )
But the reality is different.
The reality is…
The pain is there to tell us something.

And there’s only so much pleasure we can take without getting whack in our belly
And maybe that’s okay.
Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dream.
Nothing more and nothing less..

True or false?

Have you ever dream lately?
Well i had a dream a couple of nights ago…
A dream that really knocks my wind out…
Somebody slap me on the face!
The slap was so vigorously hard that i woke up straight away from my deep sleep.
Still confuse about what happen…
O, my God! what was that? what have i done?
Why me? why slap me on the face?
It’s hard to recollect the dream, cause it’s happen so fast
For as long as i can recall
I was just asking a simple question to a person ( o, yeah?! )
or was it my question a little too harsh? ( now you’re talking! )
or am i being an insolent kind of person? ( i bet you are! )
and make that person feel disgruntled with me ( big possibilty! )
and decided that i fully deserve a slap on the face! ( Ouchh!!! )
Well.. if you do something wrong
You either pay for it ( a slap on the face! )
or you seek for forgiveness… ( will you? )
I will ask for forgiveness,
if we’d given a chance to meet again in my dream ( haha, you wish! )
I’m truly hope that nobody will never slap me on the face again! ( rooting for ya! )
Even if it’s only in my dream… Heuheu

Anyway, in general the dream is always like this…
that we’ll finally be happy when we reach our objectives
Whatever our objective it is, everyone has a different objective right?
that’s the dream.
OK, let’s just say… we get there ( reach our objectives ), and then what?
And cause we’re human…
Of course we immediately start dreaming of something else.

Nevertheless… at some certain point,
maybe we concur that the dream has become a nightmare.
We convince ourselves the reality or fact is better.
We prevail upon ourselves it’s better that we never dream at all.
But the most persistent of us,  the strongest of us,
we grasp and hold on to the dream.
Or we discover ourselves come up with a fresh dream we never considered.
( A slap on your face for example.. Hehehe… )
We rouse to find ourselves…
against all odds.. feeling hopeful in a jaunty mood.
And if we’re lucky, we realize…
in a face of everything.. in a face of life…
the true dream…
is being able to dream… at all.

What is your dream last night?
Not a slap on your face i hope… Ouchh! Ouchh! 

What is the past?
What is history?
We can just ignore it all we want..
But our history, our past
eventually always comes back to haunt us.
Whether you like it or not,
whether you ready or not.
Some people believe that without history
our lives amount to nothing
At some point, we all have to choose…
Do we fall back on what we know?
Or do we step forward to something new?
It’s hard not to be haunted by our past.
Our history is what shapes us,
what guides us..
Our history resurfaces,
time after time after time
So we have to remember…
Sometimes the most important history
Is the history we’re making today…

Are you making history today?

Human beings…
need a lot of things to feel alive…
family, love, romance, friends
but we only need one thing…
to actually be alive.
we need a beating heart. ( Literally speaking! )
when our heart is threathened.
we responde in one of two ways…
we need either run
or… we attack
there’s a scientific term for this..
fight or flight
it’s instinct
we can’t control it
So, if you want to feel alive…
If you want to be alive…
Just keep your heart…
Beating…
Dag.. dig.. dug.. dag.. dig.. dug..
Yah, kayak gitulah bunyinya kira2.
Hehehe….
Bener-bener ngacapruk ieu mah…

Life is full of vanishing acts.
If something that we didn’t know we had disappeares.
Vanish into thin air.

Do we miss it?

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

( Big thanks to Mr. Gilmour and his gang )… Love You Guys…