this is probably the most unoriginal, cliched, over-discussed topic of all time, but i’ll discuss it anyway. everything that happens in this world has a reason, and things that happen to you every single day, no matter how insubstantial, trivial it seems like is chained to things that are more obvious and significant for you to take notice. just like the way i’m typing this entry now and drinking a can of redbull at the same time. perhaps if i’m not drinking this energy potion i would have been too sleepy and devoid of power to even think and hit my keyboard, and then you will not be reading something as poetic, enlightening and profound as jeremy’s doodlings, and then your life will be ever the same lacking the encouragement so minuscule as reading this thing can give. you will suffer from under use of your brain, lie coma in bed for 20 years, and then gone. or the case that this whole entry takes up 5 kilobytes of computer memory, and the moment i click the upload button, this chunk of electronic data instantaneously travels along the cables and wires, deep underground into the tunnels and sea, or high into the air and space and satellites, to be uploaded into i.ph’s server that is at the brink of total crash only waiting for that tiny 5 kilobytes to ignite the start of web space collapse. all the other doodlings hosted herein will be gone, and more and more people will be comatized. or maybe an online store will go offline as part of the crash again because of my 5kb-data, and then a lady that is supposed to buy a simple, inexpensive dress for an unimportant event can’t get the dress of course. a stranger, the man who is suppose to be her partner in life if she only got that dress, didn’t take notice of her in the event, and ignores her entirely as if she never existed. for that, she spent the rest of her life alone, and turned into an old maid. if she only had that dress at that particular night, she would have been the mother of julien wright, the inventor of the first teleportation machine.
okay, the last one is a bit too imaginative. maybe the synapses in my nerves have been running and chasing each other way too fast because of the red bull…see? it’s the red bull after all, maybe i should stop drinking this…
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when i was a farmer far far away in the farmlands, we always have tuesday take-away nights, when after the long day’s work of tending at the vineyards or picking gazillions of apples, we go out and buy something to eat instead of cooking cheap meals. the most famous food combination in this faraway land is fish and chips, and more often, we get this because its cheap too just like cooking our very own cheap meals. i was with a friend, fabian, once, and we were walking at the nearest fish and chips shop. the lady behind the glass had this unpaintable frown on her face. we were about to enter the shop when suddenly, fabian told me to get the fish and chips in the next block as the fish is stale in the shop we’re in. a bit surprised, and unsure how he got to that point, i asked him, and then he answered me that since the lady looks miserable, she probably didn’t change the oil in deep fryer for the longest time. i cooperatively agreed and added that by eating stale fish and chips we might get sick, and because we’re sick we can’t go to work. if we don’t work we don’t have money, and when we don’t have money fabian can’t visit australia, and i can’t go for a sky dive…and that is just sad.
could you ever imagine that that miserable lady is trying to ruin our very happy lives?
