its about time again....

Its about time.......
I ,

I , am blog-migrating again! .

surf into : http://justkech.wordpress.com :)

Cheers peeps!

Its nothing...

I can't help it

Its just the way you crinkle your nose when you stick out your tongue.

I duwanna grow up, I'm a Toy 'R' us kids...

I woke up especially early today for reasons I don’t know. All I can remember is, I had a rather ‘strange’ dream and the next thing I know, I’m awake.

Yesterday, before I fell asleep, I was thinking of something. Something that has crossed my mind many times, but I can’t do anything because it was beyond my control. I can only do as much to set the conditions so much so that it would turn out the way I expected it to but I was never good at factoring in the ‘unforeseen’ circumstances.

Anyway, about my dreams…….

As far as I could remember, everything in my dream was of perfection. I think Perfection was the key theme in my dream. I remember seeing a few friends running a restaurant and every single bit of the restaurant was to acute perfection. The tables were spotless, the décor was seamless, food…. I didn’t manage to dream about the food.

Then the whole scene changed to a residential ( or I think it’s a residential). Similarly, Everything about the house was Perfection too. It was an architectural delight. White walls, high ceiling, sparkling floors. I could perhaps, been thinking of Gardens too much and anticipating its much applauded architecture.

In my dream, I was a ‘hero’. I could fly like Peter Petrelli ( I mean peter could fly too rite? ) . I’m serious; I could actually feel the physics of flying, the wind blowing at my face and swirls down my body, I figured in my dreams that the way I position my arms determines whether I fly ascending or descending. Of course I did some acrobatic moves too, just to impress myself with my FLYING abilities. I remembered that I was having loads of fun in my dream.

If I was a hero in my dream, what heroes are without a villain?

My villain has flying ability too. Infact, Its flying abilities was far more advance and well synchronized with some sort of jet-propelled mechanical contraption. Somewhere along my dream, I acquired one of those contraptions too but was flimsy with it. ( Don’t ask me how or why. If dreams made sense, it would be called REALITY!)

The minute I woke up, at a split-second I still believed that I could fly. I positioned my arms and used my mind to control my body so that I could be aloft, but as I recollect all my senses, I believe I am in the real world already. All my ‘abilities’ were gone.

It sucks to have Dreams be crushed by the unforgiving facts of REALITY.

When I was younger, I wished I could grow old faster, but now that I’m ‘old’, I wish I was younger.

My bumming days are going to be over soon. How can I maximize FUN, minimize EXPENDITURE, elongate FUN time , and shorten WORK hrs??
Its too ideal.

Ideals. Small word, BIG implication.


IDEAL = Perfect


What are my IDEALS? Or what IDEALS I should have?
One thing for sure, there are lots of ideals that I don’t have.


Wouldn’t it be IDEAL, if I could sing ?
Wouldn’t it be IDEAL if I could write beautiful songs?
Wouldn’t it be IDEAL if I could do many other things?

Wouldn’t it be IDEAL if I could someone who can sing and 'minister' to me when i am down ? ( i've got a soft spot for girls who can sing..... gosh .. they are heavenly, like angels )

but then again .... IDEALS.....

haih ...


IDEALS.

Abstract extract

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"It was when you came into my life,
You made my day and you show me light,
I started to be believe,
How beautiful love can be."

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