questions of a bored individual you need not answer

There are times when we simply cannot find a logical gyst in life and the the mysteries that makes it a package. Like any other ladybird storybooks, would it have an ending worth to tampoon every questions that's been squeezing our brain in this entire life?

My professor in Humanities told us that there is a very distinguishable narrative pattern in almost every fictitious story. There are archetypical events, situations, characters, or inanimate object in every version of a tale comparable from another.

Could there be any centripetal or centrifugal force that keeps us in the thread of life? A pattern? An archetype by any means? I mean, if our lives is not just like any woven piece of art, and there is no coincidental events that we chose to trace and believe in, then how do we explain phenomenal matches?

Is my life just like any fiction story?
Are you sure you really know the difference between what's real from not? or is somebody laughing at your claim right this moment?

the 'chi' mystery

been there. done that.
...spending a heartbreak hotel night and walking down the same old railroad track with my laundry sack, trying hard to convince myself it's gonna be okay with just a couple of wash-day off. not today.
a train hit me by accident.

i wasn't aware of a thing but all sounds of its steering warned me. i just walked and walked on the same direction towards the old train oblivious of its five-meter-away presence. it didn't step on its breaks. and mutually, the train and i didn't saw each other coming.
i was so occupied with thoughts, i didn't knew it was there all along. when it came to me, everything happend lightning-fast, that there was no chance to think.

we crashed.

...and up to now im still wondering if that train was my doom or did it just free me from my misery?

read the sign

just leave if you don't understand.

minus caffeine

i can't sleep at all but i swear i didn't drink even a sip of coffee, neither am i doped
sabi ni peter pan kay john, think of one happy thought so and you'll fly.. tas nakita nya yung marbles, nakalipad siya.
sabi sa harry potter, think of one happy thought, a strong one, then you'd be able to drive away the dementors.

right now, i just wanna drive the monsters off my head and fly...
... and if there's a certain thing in my past i am happy the most by remembering, it would be

... urggh...errr... nothing.

shit again.
so that explains why im still here, wretched.