holy schumck! holy son of a gun.. whatever..
i'm almost finished reading 'American Gods' -- it's a freaking, chair-clutching, heart-gripping, time-stopping novel.. I'm enjoying it. :P
life is mysterious. Believe me, we will all die without solving half of the mysteries thrown all around this filthy world we're enjoying. Mystery is a part of life we can not erase or dissolve entirely. It is a part of us, like our hearts that's beating continuously -- unless someone stops it. One shot? You know what's unfair? When we die, mystery is still there -- walking the lonely grounds we have visited when we were still breathing. Well, maybe it's not really unfair -- because the wholly existence of Mystery is a mystery itself. Our existence, in my opinion, is even a mystery. Why do we have to breathe? Why do we have to live? Why do we have to pain our backs just to get hold of a non-existing future? Ok, there's future for some -- but it's not for all.
Mystery is a ticket to complicate Life. Then again, life will be too-damn boring without a good dose of mystery.
Cheers
SONG: Crystal ball -- aaaaaw.. naalala ko ii1 ditoooo..
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