Monday, 16 March 2009
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Paper Trail
By T.i.
Swagger Like Us
see relatedscrew thoughts, they hurt living
"You work 6 days a week and you juggle a second job that keeps you awake from sunset to sun-rise... don't you ever feel tired?" asked Player-Eye Junior.
"If I stopped and think about it, definitely. I admit, I have a sleep debt proportional to Meril Lynch's debts and I do feel the exhaustion but my spirit keeps me going." said I, as though my bloodshot eyes were as normal as a shadow in the night time."
"Cool. I guess so long as you are happy doing this, that's cool." Player-Eye Junior answered, surprised that he found himself satisfied with my answer.
"Everything I do is in hope that happiness will eventually hit me somehow... or to prevent unhappiness from hitting me. It is a never-ending struggle with a healthy mix of victory that makes me feel alive... otherwise, what's the point?"
"Rational." concluded Player-Eye Junior.
Rational. While it helps at times, like when you don't cross the road when a Hyundai Sonata Comfort cab is inches away from you at its usual speed of 90kmph on a minor road, I notice that a lot of things I do are irrational.
After a night of partying with about 600 guys and 3 girls in Rebel, we decided to take a break at MacDonalds at Liang Court. We got in and occupied seats in a cosy corner. There was this guy who was dead-drunk. He bought 2 McChicken burgers and a cup of green tea. Aftering laying his tray down, he took a sip of green tea and within 5 seconds, he hit the ground and started to make a home out of it.
That dude literally fell asleep right there and then. So a bunch of people come and tap him, shake him and basically try to make sure he is alright and stuff. While I fought blood, sweat and tears to keep my laughter from errupting, an irrational thought came to me.I stood up and very slowly, inched my way over to drunk_man_2009. I double-checked that he was past unconcious and I looked around. Everyone seemed more interested in their discussion on overly-exaggerated almost-hook-ups and making mixed comments about the last person who walked past the restaurant. Perfect, I thought. I looked at drunk_man_2009 once again and when I was certain he was also unconcious_kid_2009, I reached out my hand and swiped the burger from off his tray. It took only about 2 seconds.
To make myself feel better, my friends thought this was an awesome thing to do as well. In fact, Rayes thought it was so awesome that he felt he needed the share the burger with me. In between mouthfuls of a stolen McChicken burger, we had a pleasant chat about what kinda dancing would prompt chicks to check us out.
Rational. Do I lack some of it? If I do, is it a good or bad thing? My answer is this :
Screw thinking, he who eats a free burger has the last laugh.
True story.Live and Love,
Xavier
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