My friend, Jack, was right. Fate is not entirely dependent. I was watching this movie called "push". Dakota Fanning played this chick who can foresee the future. She said something about the future not being right the whole time cos little changes anything makes along the way affects the future in a great amount. Now, imagine someone was just going to jump off a building, which in some other parts of time, would see the end of him and his ex wife getting married with her ex boyfriend from high school. But for some stupid reason, he didn't. Now, this would change the future but at the same time, his fate, to die then, would change. Well, if his fate was to be of him jumping off the building then to stop it, that would be yet another topic to discuss or think about. But, for some reason, I still think fate is unreliable because you can't just sit and wait for fate to work its magic. And thus, I also think that when fortune teller tells you something of your fate, it's not a lie but yet something that won't happen unless you do something about it. Nonetheless, it's just something I thought off while eating lunch this morning... I was trying to aim this fat filled vegetable (aka potato chip) into my mouth and it somehow missed my target (the mouth) and hit my chin. Now, it's telling me something about 'avoiding fat food'. So, for the first two minutes, I thought about how that little change would have changed my future and the whole fate thing could change.. If my fate was to see me all thin and hot by the time I hit thirty, maybe missing this piece of chip would be the first step to achieving it. So, for the next two minutes, I did not touch that chip. I went on eating some other shit but not that chip. 30 seconds later, I noticed how stupid my theory had been and started devouring those chips..... for the moment, it's fate and future my ass. Potato chips are prioritized.
They say a stitch in time saves nine. As for me, stiches in my ass wound save me from missing my favorite cousin's bday. I went there last night cos he's a great kid. Despite my ass being patched up with gauze and tape, I wore my best jeans and tried my best to look as elegantly fashioned and as thin as possible (which was corrupted after I found out how good the food was there anyways) and of course my attention seeking smile. Speaking of attention, I love it. As a kid, whenever teachers called me in front of class, I would do this 'are you sure' shy act, be it punishment or show and tell. But as soon as I get in front of the class, I love the fact that people were paying attention to me, be it the intrigue about what I was about to say or just to ridicule the fact that I was about to get my ass kicked by my teacher. So, like it or not, I like attention. Now you gotta admit, I do NOT go beyond my way to get it though. My ex flatmate (yes the lazy one) used to tell me how I fish for attention with the way I wear or things to do. It's true I was never an 'interesting' kid in school but it's also true that I pick up things along the way and learn crazy things and think stupid stuffs, that can temporarily be quite pleasant to other people's ears. And the things I wear, me being a family closeted homo, DOES NOT help the fact that I might end up wearing something that most normal 27 years old guys would NOT wear.
So, back to the party, I brought the camera where they have pics of my ass gutted in it. The idea was to show my grandparents (my mom's) since they would be at the party. But as it turned out, rather than the birthday boy, I became the centre of attention with a camera and telling them tales about my surgery. God, it's amazing how people love to hear how bloody tissues are scissored out of your body and how much of an evidence one could give. So, there I was... wishing I shouldn't have turned my favorite cousin's bday to "Hein's welcome back party (themed Ass-capade)". However, it turned out great and the food was awesome. Oh, by the way, the highlight of the party was me seeing two kids with flu masks on their faces. Give me a break... it's your family member's party.. not a fish market... N1H1 is NOT THAT lethal. Yes, I believe in safety but this is just too funny to not to laugh at ... oi, i'm not perfect and lack of decency is quite acceptable :D
I have to be at the hospital again by 3pm for the wound dressing. Now, let me talk about my wound. So how did it happen? Back in 2006, I had an ingrown right on the verge of my upper ass crack. it was the worst time of my life since I couldn't walk right or even sleep right. Every nerves in that area hurts for every small movements I made. It bursted one day and I was pretty happy that it was the end of it. Now, what I didn't know was the fact that some hair got into that wound. So, when the wound healed, the hair stayed inside and ate up the tissues around it. So, the dead tissues form this mass lump in that area. And this also caused another ingrown to grow on top of that. This time, it didn't hurt. When it finally bursted, the wound would heal but then would open up few days later. At first I thought it was because of the area. Since it was right on the edge of my spinal chord and that is the place where movements occur a lot, I thought maybe it was cos of my movements that the wound kept opening up and shutting. Then, my folks started to think I had diabetes since when you have that, wounds don't heal properly or quickly. But as it turned out, it didn't heal cos it was full of dead tissues under it. Surgerywise, they chipped out every dead tissues in it and now I have a bit of a well or a huge pit deep under the wound. Now, I'm just waiting for it to heal...
By the way, I've written enough for today... If you guys are wondering what's been on my music and movie taste buds, it's Kanye West's latest album and I'm quite in love with "My Bloody Valentine 3D" at the moment DVDwise.
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