Between Immortality and Time Machine

`Hey, what its like if you happens to be immortal?

What? Hell no. Why would you think i want to be immortal?

`Why not?

Cause it would mean nothing to me, stupid. Whats the point of living when you lost your adrenalin rush knowing that you would live long enough to do almost everything? Besides, i doubt it you would be happy in a million years.

I'm certainly don't like watching my grandson grow older than me and die before my eyes. Plus all of the people you know and care about were long gone, you'll end up being alone like a complete idiot.

But, if i been given a choice, i prefer to have a time machine cause i have missed to much of a good moment in my life and repair some of those unlikely time behind or change things that i regret the most.

I mean, whats the worst things could happen by having a time machine? Maybe someday you open up your lil' brother or sister history book and find my picture sitting right besides Tunku Abdul Rahman in Stadium Merdeka.

Maybe i can give a personal touch on Oliver Wright's plane or telescoping through out the solar system with Galileo. Or maybe Einstein will have a new friend to have lunch with or perhaps, instead of painting Monalisa, Da Vinci would make a painting out of me.

err.. maybe Hang Jebat wouldn't have to die.

buih itu

I woke up early this morning. NO, just kidding. Are u nuts? Morning is not a good friend of mine and never will it be.

Anyhow, i was on my way back from work around 0930, stopping by a mamak stall to get one king size roti canai and my favorite "must-have-every-day" coffee. Its a 'same o same o' kind of life I've been living currently. A total circle. Same storyboard. Same routine.

-back from work-get my dishes-watch FRIENDS-read novels-sleep-woke up-lunch or dinner or whatever they called it-go to work-

While I'm waiting for my supplement to be wrapped up, i saw a bunch of kids playing with bubbles on the parking lot few steps away. They like laughing their ass out. Err..i mean laughing out loud. Very loud.

I kept staring at them, mesmerized, of course not by their annoying sounds (hee..) but by the way their enjoying it. How do i know? Its fucking flashed before their cute tiny little eyes, beamed away the melancholy morning colours.

Herm...Whats so special about that bubbles? Yeah, it pretty much can float but rather than that, nothing! I mean, what is so interesting about a 'wet floating hollow circle'? You tell me..

But somehow i realise that is what kids good at. They know how to appreciate everything around them, know how to create joy in every single moment of almost anything. They see things by a different perspective, different views, different idea.

Start to think of it, i should appreciate more, care more about whats happening around me. Maybe take a step back, sit still and find out which part of this life circle i had missed, gesture a thumbs up or plead an acknowledgement to those who i know willing to go an extra miles with me and lived the day like they will never be tomorrow. Hee..

You never know you'll missed something untill its gone, do you?