如果人生真的有如果

If i have a flight ticket in my hand leaving to Neverland and the date of departure is tomorrow.

I might as well stare at the ticket and ask, “Do I depart at the ordinary airport?” subsequently, “Do I need a passport?” If both answers are negative (technically it couldn’t be positive answers, ha!), it makes everything a LITTLE easier as I do not have to waste my youth doing nothing but wait like anyone else at the immigration and hoping desperately for the number on the board runs faster. Perhaps I can entertain myself by telling a stranger “hey, I’m going to a place that nobody can tell where is it” and then, smirk and leave him swearing at the back.

I do have the courage to leave, on the spur of the moment.

It is either you are really brave or you are ignorant, and I am definitely the latter. Most probably I will live like any other day; laugh with you, be with you and the next day I get lost. Because it is painful to say goodbye and to abandon everything and everyone. But, the reality is always cruel. Sometimes, you just want to escape for one moment from all the frustrations and troubles.

Life is a bed of roses, bear with it or give up. Life is very personal depending on your attitude. The ticket not only indicates courage to give up the current life you attached with but also signifies the adventure of the uncertainties. It is as if to explore a road less travelled. It may worth a try.

I don’t have real property under my name and my personal property is quite few. Clothes can be donated; books can be kept despite the fact that the collection is miserable but they are worth reading lots of times, knowledge has to be inherited; and money can be spent, a few hundreds, ahh forget about it.

Anyway, the condition does not spell any constrain that I cannot come back! But, does Neverland have an airport?


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If I were a vampire

Vampires drink blood, they have pale skins and red eyes, and they are immortal. ya, Edward Cullen looks that way.

It is a night with a full moon hanging on the starry sky. A bat flies across the moon which mysteriously indicates a sense of ominous. I was strolling, maybe drunk, on a street while lamps glimmered unceasingly on the side. Racing blood is irresistible and pulsed like a symphony and then, my neck was bitten by cold beast-like teeth.

OS:”Oh, I feel like Bella.”

As a vampire, I feel like breaking all the rules:

- I want to race sport car on the highway and not worrying to crush it;

- I want to seduce the most handsome vampire and fall in love. Or I can bite leehom and force him to love me;

- I want to drink from many beautiful necks;

- I want to talk to the other vampires about human rights.

Being immortal is not my desire, unless others have undying life too. It is not fun when nobody shares the secret of your life, like I cannot run on the street and yell, “Hey look, I am a vampire! Made in Malaysia!” It is boring to live so long. W hat else can I do other than witnessing the history? On top of all, I already have trouble in sleeping.

But, to become physically gorgeous is quite amusing because it is easier to raise preys to the bait. Oh gross, the idea of drinking blood is sickening. Ok I can learn to become a vegetarian.

Perhaps, the best thing I can do is to have too much time to make the world a better place.


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