I'm feeling very inspired today.
I dont know why. It just came so suddenly.

And i realised something. I've been using the word 'perhaps' so often nowadays .

I wodner sometimes if there's another me in another dimension.
I believed in that.
I believed that our so called dreams is what that happened over there.
Our dreams reflect the things that we did in that dimension.
Maybe there isn't only one .
There might be two , three , four , five .
Heck, maybe a hundred .
But does it matter ?

No it doesnt .
I'm just trying to share my views of life .

Like I've imagine , not many people share my views.
I'm still looking for someone who share my values .

That's all for today .

What's the feeling bubbling inside you now ?


You're drained, once again at , 10:20 PM

It is time to get started. Time to start working hard.
Everything is approaching soon, and I don't know if I can handle them all at the same time.
Can I?
Do I doubt my ability to grasp those concepts?
I do, sometimes.
My emotions just got better of me.


There is an experiment conducted to test us, the superior race.
We, Humans.
There will be three people required in this experiment.
And You will be in the position of what we called the 'Teacher'.
When there's a teacher in the story, we have to bring in the next essential character.
The student, of course.
The Student was an aged old man with a weak heart.
There is a high chance that he might get a heart attack anytime, I presume.
Student was placed in a chair.
Teacher, in the facing room, stood right in front of a machine.
A Voice tells You that you are the Teacher of the day.
He asked you to read out the questions on the paper in front of you.
You asked your first question.
Who asnwered it? The student.
Student gave you the correct answer and the Voice told you to press the green button.
As the questions goes on, Student took more time to answer them.
Until he reaches a question that he got wrong.
'Press the red button,' the Voice says.
You did he told you to. You were curious as to what the red button meant.

Suddenly, you heard a scream.
No, not just any scream.
It was a scream for help, a plead. And the voice belonged to no other than your 'Student'.
You asked the Voice about it. He did not reply.
The questions got harder and harder. Student got more wrong.
You pressed the red button more often.
You heard those screams. They haunted your ears.
They make you want to reach out to help him.
But You can't. You did not even know where is he.
You stared at the wall in front of you and stumbled onto the chair.
You don't like hearing the screaming.
The Voice spoke up.
"Carry on, carry on. We can't stop."
You took in a breath, stood up and asked your next question.
"Who is Salvador Dali?"
You felt that it was a ridiculous question. You don't even know who is he.
Student croaked, "He... he is a ... writer?"
The Voice sighed, "What a disappointment, Old Man. I thought your memory was better."
He paused, and continued, "Press the red button."

"I... I..." You stuttered.
Should you continue and torture this Old man?

"Press it!" The Voice demanded harshly this time.

"I don't want to," You said softly.

The Voice continued to persuade you, pressure you, coax you into pressing the button.

"This is the last straw. Either you press it and electrocute that man or you die."

You halted.
What will you do now?

What's the feeling bubbling inside you now ?


You're drained, once again at , 7:32 PM

I couldn't get the dream out of my mind .
It was so vivid, so real yet unreal at the same time.
It made me nervous when I thought about it.
Heck, I don't even want to attempt to recount it.

Yet it showed me something .
My parents were important to me, perhaps even more important then myself.
I was thankful that it ended happily.
Or at least, with no death.

Was that a sign ?

Maybe that's the beginning of something huge ..

What's the feeling bubbling inside you now ?


You're drained, once again at , 7:28 PM

Good afternoon People. Thank you for visiting the blog.

I'd like to comment on a phrase that someone said.
' It is impossible for adolescents to return their extra pocket money to their parents. '
why is it not possible ?
I believe that it is possible.
Because I do return my extra pocket money to my parents.
This year , I can swear that i took less than $200 for my daily allowance .
Calculate it yourself .
1 week - $20 , then it's April now . there must be at least 10 week and above.
So what's my point ???
I want to prove that my point is correct and valid because i do it .
i understand the situation of my parents and do my best to help them . '

What's the feeling bubbling inside you now ?


You're drained, once again at , 1:19 PM