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Monday, October 13, 2008
The Bits And Pieces
"The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It’s in a million little pieces.
I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Why?
There’s nothing you can do.
Why?
It can’t be fixed.
Why?
It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces."
Moral Of The Story: Never seek counsel from an old man.
Heh. I just started reading James Frey's A Million Little Pieces today, when I came across those wise words in its prologue section. Yeah, it's true what he said, that nothing could fix something that's been broken into a million little pieces. Try mending a shattered mirror, or should I say shattered pieces of mirror; no matter how best you try, it just won't look the same as its original state. Well that young man in that story obviously has broken his own heart. Maybe it was his own fault for being so reckless in the game of love. Ergh.. So cheezy. Oh well, my point is, I don't quite agree with that old man. Nothing in this world is impossible. I believe that if we crave for something real bad, the whole universe conspires to help us get what we want. All we need to do is never stop believing. Yeah.. Some hard work and a wee pinch of faith does it all. It is what they call the miracles of life..
Some book taught me that. Heh. Deep, huh? It is what I call the magic of a book. Sweet..?
So school starts today. And... I was late for the fist lesson. Suprise suprise.. Actually I sort of expected that coming.. Hmmph.. Been getting really tired so easily nowadays. Work, I guess.. Those late nights brought new habits. Shucks.. I need a louder alarm clock now. And it's alright, I don't need a wake up call. Heh. Oh well.. Anyways, I got up around 10 plus, only to realize there's no hope for midi class. So I decided to do what I've been wanting to do.. Headed down to Peninsula and got myself married... Oooh.. Fina Fiona is her name. And I think Astoria doesn't mind the polygamy. Heh.. She's got a beautiful body, sweet neck, nice curves, and she's made in China. Hmmm..
Okay, maybe I'll next write a song about Astoria and the journeys we had. Soon.
I texted Jenny saying I couldn't work today. Quite last minute. But it isn't entirely my fault. I was too damn beat and it's my day off. And she shouldn't be messaging me during school time. So... After getting my eyes checked, I got myself useful and went ahead to accompany my mum and sis to Sun Plaza. Oh, and that bag is...shibby. Old school shibby. Heh.. Oh well..
Note To Self:
Sometimes I do wonder, why am I writting all these here? Like telling the whole world about what's been happening in my life every now and then. It's stupid. Yeah.. It's not like the world would respond, or even give a damn or sumthin.. But then when I wonder again, maybe it's not such a bad idea afterall.. 'Cuz maybe my purpose of doing this would be to leave a trace in my life. Perhaps leaving some clues behind. Who knows what might happen tomorrow.. It's like a detective novel, so full of motives around. I'm the author, and this is my book.
reminisced;
- 10:03 PM
