Every now and then, I would read Malay novels. Y'know, with that mushy-mushy kind of story where boy meets girl, boy likes girl, fall in love, get married, get babies...yada yada yada. And then it became such a trend in these Malay novels to include all kinds of hardships that they have to go through in order to end the story with a "and they live happily ever after" kind of thing.damn irritating (and why the heck did you continue reading, Ms Azureus??)
Because...
Because we human tend to live in imagination.And imagination is free.No duties, no per-hour-fees, no bills.Just us and the broader world than what we're living in right now.In my imagination, I can choose my hero, vigilants, and sometimes, the passers-by.Its fun because it's not real.In real world in everything that you do, you have to think of the consequences, the goods, the bads out of it.But in imagination, your mind is free to soar..either up in the sky or deep into the sea..
And the best part of it is that nobody will know about it.Unless you have a friend who have a mind-reader or sumthing, nobody will ever know what you're imagining.Everytime I read those novels, I've always wish that I am in the charcter's shoes..Of being loves, and to love...to give my heart unconditionally to someone.It all sounds too good to be true to me.
Thats it.My brain can't produce anymore words tonight.I have 3 assignments to pass up next week.One of them a script (DAMN!) for my final theatre assesment. Hopefully I won't get burnt until I finish them all.In two weeks time is Merdeka holiday (yay...cant wait!!!).
"Sometimes I wish I can grab all my happiness moments and put them in a jar so that I can recall those memories only by shaking the jar"
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