Fallen

For every great tragedy needs a fallen hero.

Funny, I thought.

Yes, at first I don't mind being that guy.

Samson and Achilles did it.

Their sacrifices were larger than life.

Mine would probably be a tiny little white dot at the back of an elephant's ass.

The trick to not caring too much, is to care less.

A beautiful crap.

I can't wait for puasa to be over.

The thought of sipping a venti cup of frappulicious strawberry coffee in Starbuck at 4pm with an airport book in my hand is so delightfully tempting.

On the other hand, I'm tired of being a side B. Time to stop the audio cassette.

It ain't a music if it is full of shit.

Dark sky

This morning I dreamt of standing in a balcony overlooking the city skycrapers with KLCC in sight.

The sky was dark.

A storm was approaching.

It scared me.

Out of no where, a massive giant tornado, easily a class 5, appeared in front of me.

My dream has no longer become a gentle solace.

The boy I knew

My patient died today at the tender age of 15 years old.

I didn't have the chance to say goodbye.

Deep inside I felt the tears were building up.

I could not cry.

I could not find an outlet to let out my anguish and frustration.