RETURN OF FARTMAN!

A Serving Of Hope Perhaps?

I woke up in pain this morning, the stench of Bagel's breath on my face. He was fighting with me for a little space on the sleeping bag. I admit, it is my fault after all, since he usually sleeps there, and it seems like I'm invading his space.

Anyhow, boredom got the better of me as I decided to sit at my terminal and brood over my future yet again. I realised that I really want to go back to the States to finish my education, and hopefully even live there. I've gotten used to the life back here, but somehow there's just this part of me that can never let go of how much more I enjoyed the weather, the air, the banal but at the same time exciting experiences of the States.

And so, with nostalgia fleeting through me, I started searching for student loans, and prospective schools that I could apply to. I wrote emails asking this and that. I made notes and calculations and lists of pros and cons. Finally, I sat back, and I was bruised and battered. The fees are too high, financial aid limited, and I don't even know if the schools will accept me.

It was fitting then that I met Butcher aka "My name is Andrew" on MSN, who provided me with these words of wisdom when I told him my plans of borrowing from a loan shark, politically called illegal money-lenders.

"Ah long got 100 thousand no need be ah long already lah.
If ah long got 100 thousand he open ktv already sial.
Buy minah, cheap cheap 5 dollar, buy 3 get 2 free."

Let's hope that MUIS will not render this butcher illegal in the eyes of Islam and continue to give his stall the sticker of approval.

So, with a heavy heart, I leaned back and opened the downloaded illegal dvd-ripped copy of Finding Neverland. It is one of the most beautiful shows I've watched in a long time. Of course, some people might remember me saying the same thing about Million Dollar Baby and The Sea Inside. What can I say, it's tough making choices. However, I watched this movie at the right time. Just when I felt discouraged, this beautiful tale of an everlasting life of imagination and hope lifted me up again.

It dawned on me that even if I had to be trapped in this island city for the rest of my life, at least I had an imagination to play around with, an imagination to write with, an imagination with which to help me escape.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 6:59 PM