27072010

Arif got poked by a sword.
Its all good people!
Arif's well alive and healthy.
Well, that's bad news for some people.
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ANYWAY

I think I've been cursed.
Things i used to do, I do no more.
Its like my whole daily life routine is no more the same.
Am I sick?
Last time, last time I used to go and hang out in the clubhouse from class dismissal to sundown, maybe even later.
I used to walk down the path at Food Court 5 oh so everyday but i do no more.
I used to think life has its fixed culture.

But now I choose my own culture.
I choose a culture thats weird, but strangely happy.

When I think of the kind of person I should be now, I realised I come from a culture born from an open(well half the time) Muslim family, a malengchindian(rojak) language, a Singapore(kiasu) way of life, ruled under PAP(men in white), with Singapore's economic status(oh my god, is that fifty cents?!), and the Singapore Ministry of Education's teachings(brainwash).

I've faced all that facts myself.
Some of my friends are weird thus so am I.
My dad lets me choose what I want as a toddler thus I grew up being indecisive.
Heard the story of retrenchment as a 7 year old and was traumatised by it.
Even till now.

I wanna create my own culture. My way of life.

A person I met says I'm weird.
Then he uses a rubber band and shoots it at me.
SNAP
It hits my face.
My friends saw what he did but stayed down.
I simply looked at him.
Imagine what would've happened had I been my old self.
BLOODSHED man.
Sometimes it's hard to reason with humans.
With that guy who rubber band-ed me?
I think that guy was pretty lonely.
Oh well.

Had humans in this world know more kindness.
This is my wish to mankind.