a little space i call my own

that bottle, half full or half empty

dreams. yup. that's what makes your life better. haha. i don't know how to put it. but a life without dreams aint life at all. true? that's for you to judge. personally, i don't really know. infact, i've never really had a purpose in my life. needless say, a dream. not that type where you fall asleep and think of monsters chasing you. but a dream. one that you have pinned your hopes on. one. that you've decided to gamble towards it. yup.

come to think of it. i've always wanted to be a very successful businessman. all the many sectors of the economy currently, i want to be part of it. i want to get money out of each and every sector. haha. greed? perhaps.

a family? perhaps. haha. a wife whose lips will always be as sweet as honey and so on. haha. *grins* a perfect figure etc etc. i don't care if the once-perfect figure will be matronly. :P she's still the one. and my kids. i'm going to provide them with each and every material possesion, and my wife too.

ok. a fact. a successful businessman, besides having a lady at his back, will always have too much money and time on their hands. so? they get a little hanky-panky on the side. haha. soccer betting, race horses, loads and loads of money spent on pretty young air hostess and models. haha. why? perhaps there was this "thrill" in everything. haha. but look, never ever be off the line. crossed the border and over the limit. haha.

then. there's this mountains of rich food and never ending alcohol and cigarettes. yup. just continue and continue. so what will happen? a stroke perhaps? haha. when having a stroke, you collasped and when doing so, you clutchedyour heart. *ouch* then, you prayed a pretty young nurse will come over and resuscitate you. haha. those cpr kinda stuffs. afterwards, you'll wake up and find yourself amazingly alive. doctors will tell you," you've been clinically dead for three minutes, you're lucky to have survived. " that kinda things. haha.

what happens during that three minutes? perhaps you're faced with two different paths and you might see two signboards.

one looked like a PIE expressway. very well furnished those type. haha. there, is a luxurious limousine and a chauffeur waiting. the signboard reads "Path to hell - All the woman, wine, song, cigarettes,and money you will ever desire."

the other. much like the jogging path of Bedok Reservoir. alot of stones. desolate and barren. the signboard? " Path to heaven - Eternal life and peace."

your choice? haha. my choice? the path to hell. is like what the heck? jog to heaven? haha. go to hell.

so in you go into the luxurious limousine. the chaffeur drive you down the path. you wait. what do you do? of course, get a cigarette burning. haha. you found a carton of Marlboro Menthol. you took a pack and then a cigarette. where's the darn lighter? asked the chaffeur for a flame. "sorry sir, we only promised cigarettes and not lighters." god damn it.

it's okay, you tell yourself.

then infront of you. you see a box. filled with stacks of cash notes. good gracious. look at the stack! and the variety of credit cards. gosh. this is close to heaven. haha. and you saw a phone. "send me the best girl you have, and fast" *poof* she appeared right beside you. surely, much better than the one at home, haha. perfect. so? what do you do? *grins* but! you just couldn't react, couldn't stand. "don't worry sir, all my customers have the same problem. it's the gravity down here in hell you see. " god damn it, again.

there it stood. the Hennessy VSOP. opened it up. gulp down plentiful of it. and puke out twice the amout. it tasted like chinese tea! seeing this, the chaffeur said " Satan rules here, but God is the boss after all, no alcohol. " what the! shit it and of course, god damn it.

so now what? i'm stucked in this shit hole! crap. i can feel the heat coming up as it must be nearing hell. arrghhh!

and like all stories.

i woke up! and it was a bad dream...

ciaoz~ take care people! :)

can god really make it half full? hmm...