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does an angel contemplate my fate

Today, half-wet, half-conscious, half-alive.

Thankz to this gif, I could laugh for seconds.

Mr. Watt and Mr. Knott

Mr. Will Knott got a phone call one late night. He was half asleep and a little vexed when he said

“Hello. Who’s this?”

“Watt.” answered Mr. Watt on the other end.

“What’s your name?” repeated Knott.

“Watt’s my name.” said Mr. Watt, started to annoyed as well.

“Yes! I asked you what your name was!”

“I’ve told you before. Twice. Am I speaking to Mr. John Smith?”

“No. This is Knott.”

“Ok. May I know your name, please?”

“Will Knott!”

“That’s it!” said both of them as they hung up the phone and scowled, deeply annoyed.

I guess we all agree to think things (or people) through, don’t we? Things may not be as what they seem to be. I really want you to remember that.

Reruns

About three years ago, the cast of Friends said goodbye to each other, to the most successful sitcom ever existed, to a whole world of fans, and to me, though indirectly. “Friends” is my favorite TV series of all time. I can watch and rewatch it for like zillions of times and still find it funny every time.

Now that Friends only live in reruns, for me it’s always here. It is my friend thru my hard and happy times. It has been my best friend for all these years. There’s nothing I would rather do than sitting on a comfortable chair, turn on the DVD—or VCD back then, and have an episode or two from the old jokes to cheer me up.

I am a big fan, a loyal fan of the six, Ross Geller (David Schwimmer), Rachel Karen Green (Jennifer Aniston), Chandler Muriel Bing (Matthew Perry), Monica Geller (Courtney Cox Arquette), Phoebe Buffay (Lisa Kudrow), and of course, Joseph “Joey” Francis Tribbiani (Matt le Blanc). For them, and for millions of grateful fans, I dedicate this post to, remembering once again, how the story ended.

Two days previously, I found my old piece of VCD. The phrase “The Last One” was written on it. It contained forty minutes of the last episode of Friends. And, as I had done so hundred of times before, I put the disc on and watched—once again—how Gunther confessed his unspoken love to Rachel, how Chandler and Monica were shocked to their brains when Erica delivered not only one baby, but two; how Ross finally realized Rachel was meant to be with him; how Phoebe still came out the word “Phalangie”; how Joey and Chandler were forced to bust the foosball table open to save the chick and duck jr.; and how Rachel got off the plane in the end.

As bittersweet as it had been, I still remembered the time I watched the Finale with the two other crazy fans like me—my older brother and my little sis. It’s funny, as I recalled I was having a row with my brother—actually, we are never not having one. But when I got the finale disc right in front of his eyes, all problems were forgotten, all awkwardness was subsided. Friends shut us off. Kept us silent and only shouted and yelled at the right time.

There are scenes from Friends I can’t just take off my mind. Every time I remember any of them, I beam and I smile. Every time someone tells me some dialogues from Friends, I interrupt him and finish the whole sentence. It’s great having something good and cheerful inside of you. Inside of me. I’m so thankful for Friends and for me to have ever learnt about it.

The story inspired me more than everything I’ve ever known. And it got better. It made me laugh.

Oh, how very clear I remember this one.

Rachel was going to be flying soon, and Ross was having less and less time to chase her and tell her about his feeling every second. But as he had arrived at JFK, he was confused about the flight’s schedule, wondering if he’d somehow mixed it up. So he phoned Monica to ask for the correct information details. But apparently Monica was too excited about her new babies…

Erica was one of Monica’s new born child whose name was derived from her real mother—Erica.

Despite Monica’s unconscious vexatious playing-with-cute-babies-noise-and-sound attempt, she filled Ross with the information eventually, from which he learned that he and Phoebe were at the wrong airport. Rachel was at Newark airport, one hour away from him.

But after so many funny and ridiculous ways, Rachel’s flight was delayed and Ross was able to meet her just before she took off. But she went on anyway, leaving Ross and his heart shattered, refused to believe what had just happened.

Ross came back home without Rachel.

It was after some funny stupid so-not-romantic message on Ross’s phone, we knew that Rachel got off the plane…

I remember I laughed for minutes for that unexpected joke. Man! They were brilliant.

But then, all was said and done. After everything, the show had to end…

… either happily ever after or not, there will always be a rerun.

And so will my life.

Recently, I experience reruns everyday. All for the same boring day I can’t even remember. Doing things as a routine, doing things exactly as planned. I would really like to alter my ways of living.

I figure if I need to live more differently, I may as well start to do things differently. So I promise myself to do one thing new everyday. And it starts now. For today, I will post an entry I never think of.

Earth Day
(I know, I am a couple of days too late. but whatever. It’s for good sake.)

Do you love the earth you’re living? If you do, then you should at least take one day out of three hundred and sixty five, and remember it as the Earth Day. Then on this day, you are not to damage the earth by any means, like throwing garbage everywhere, smoking, or not turning off the light when you don’t need it.

It would do you no harm to look into these websites and learn what you ave to do to support the Earth Day.

http://www.worldchanging.com/planet/

http://events.yahoo.com/earthday07/

Read how badly damaged our earth is now. Here :

http://www.earthdayenergyfast.org/

See? We can make a difference, I can make a difference. Why don’t we?

Happy Earth Day 2007!

Well, sort of… two days ago…


That’s it, I think. One different thing I did for today.

Cuz I don’t wanna live in reruns no more.

I just wanna… run.

My Last Post

Bad News, World. Approximately 6 hours ago, my doctor told me that I’ve been unconsciously suffering from a fatal disease called Psychocentipedioreo Syndrome. It’s extremely rare and incurable. My Doctor said that I’m dying, that I only had exactly 24 hours left to live.

My Doctor

If you have no idea, Psychocentipedioreo Syndrome is a psychological disease caused by the brutal side effect of having too much phobia of Centipedes. Centiphobe. (OYG, I can't believe I put this picture below.. *trembling* *shaking*)

This side effect makes you exceedingly hungry for Oreo, that black and white sandwich. The sufferer—in this case = I, will have an insatiable hunger for Oreo until the moment he—or I die. But that’s not the worst part. This side effect also changes one’s psychological behaviour so that he will find a way to end his life, or to commit suicide in the end. This psychological disorder shall end only by the time the he dies. It is very rare and it’s incurable, like I said.

So I still have about 18 hours left. I will use the remaining time to complete my deepest desires of which list I have prepared below. And I would like to pay my respect to my unfinished blog. And so this… is my last post.

It’s funny, knowing you’ll be dead by the end of the day really inspires you to do so many things you haven’t done before, or things you didn’t have guts to do before. I’ve prepared my last to-do-list, in which I have written a lot of unordinary activities I wouldn’t even dream of doing yesterday.

TOP TEN THINGS I WANNA DO BEFORE I DIE

10. Buy some pajamas, finally.

9. Fly up, up and above the sky.

8. Dancing in the moonlight, walking in the moonlight, drinking in the moonlight, watching the moonlight, drinking some more in the moonlight, puking in the moonlight, and passing out in the moonlight.

7. Calling for JK Rowling, Emailing JK Rowling, Nudging JK Rowling in msn, Having the book shipped to Medan, Persuading Fed Ex to fly it on the VVVVIP plane, and Finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows over a night.

6. Watch Lost season 2 and 3, Heroes, 24, Prison Break, and re-re-rewatch Friends again.

5. Finally watch the one movie I don’t even like, “300”, and then obsess about it. Go to some random roof and yell out “SPARTAAAAAA!”

4. Confess my true secret identity and my double life as a CIA black-ops AGENT to Jacq, the girl I love and adore, but then figure out that she’s half a lizard and half a cow—so I leave her and dump her in the end. (wakakakaka)

3. Regret my decision for dumping her, and begin to prepare a suicide.

2. Write a suicide note on Microsoft Word 98 home edition.

Hm. This letter may be hard to write. Perhaps I need an assistant. Fetching help…

1. Finish this blog, then Execute suicide.


But before, I should probably pick one specific way to end my life. So I created a list (AGAIN???) of how is the best way to kill yourself. Kids, Don’t try this at home! (Cuz your mama would probably be watching you… try this somewhere else…)

TOP TEN WAYS TO KILL YOURSELF

10. Swallow a tin of BAYGON, the tin included. If you can’t find BAYGON anywhere, you can improvise with Carbon Monoxide instead. And by the way… good luck finding it.

9. The hot move, burn yourself. Use kerosene.

8. Poop to death. Languishing in a toilet is really a sophisticated thing to do.

7. Ask Lord Voldemort when the last time he took a shower.

6. The classic move, use a rope. Watch Lord of the Rings while you’re doing it.

5. Read this blog over and over and over and over again. If nothing happens to you, repeat this instruction again.

4. Get married.

3. Write a blog exactly like this. If you can’t do that, bang your head to your keyboard.

2. Get on board the flight 815 from Australia to America, get crashed and get lost. Go and find a hatch. Blow it open. Push the button. And then ask :

1. Go and study in Virginia Tech University. Meet our old fellow Cho Seung-Hui, and ask for some tips about shooting 33 people before shooting yourself. And oh yeah, learn how to use a gun.

Good Bye, World.

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In case you’re a big retarded or you’re Forrest Gump, then you should know that I’ve been tagged by Charmayne. This blog isn’t going to be closed, I ain’t going to kill off myself, and I sure didn’t suffer from some myriapodic disease.

Nothing in those lists above is TRUE, except my true love confession, and the lizard thing. And I didn’t mean to motivate any of you to commit suicide. Just to be clear. I am not responsible for any deaths occurred after this blog is published, except—of course—my own death.

I am not trying to raise racial issues by mentioning the Virginia tragedy. On the contrarie, I am very sorry about what happened. The tragedy also cost a life of an Indonesia citizen over there.

And now I am tagging 5 more people Jacq, Yeek Chia, Lucy, Lomar, and A Bye. The tagged one should write an entry about the same topic. What would you write, what would you say, what would you do if it’s your last post? Then, after you’re done, tag five more people.

Have a nice laugh—I mean, day.
ROTFLMAO

Oh, Boy!

Last night I had a very memorable dream—two very memorable dreams, and actually it’s not “last night”. It’s already morning. As I recall, it was around five to seven o’clock.

These dreams were about the two things from the top of my wishlist. One, of course. It was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the book (which funnily enough, turned out to be a US version of it. I had never owned a US version of HP, besides the translated version). The book was also funny. It contained the second-last chapter on the very first page, and by reading it, I sure was spoiled all the way. And the plot twist was odd too, I mean, Bellatrix turned in and helped Harry fight Voldemort? Where did that come from?

It’s funny to see that I’m finally dreaming something (or two things) I love. This is so rare. Usually, I don’t get happy dreams, and I seldom have nightmares either. They’re just weird dreams. Maybe these were too.

The second dream was more personal. I dreamed of having a perfect girlfriend. So cliché huh? Well, not exactly. I mean, she had red hair and probably wearing red shirt too, totally my type. But there was a burden inside me. I didn’t know what it was, but I could fight it. We ended up together at the end and I was pretty upset when the dream was over and I had to face my boring reality :(

The crazy thing was, this dream resided in me this whole day. After hours and hours, I still could remember it vividly. And it has changed my emotion a little bit at a time.

I don’t know… Maybe I am longing for what I want. What I want. Seems really important now. I really want to make myself happy now. I really need to be happy now. And the first step to do that is to fulfill what I want most.

Funny, how a dream can make you do things. People change. Perhaps I’d better do so too.