Thursday, July 30, 2009

Think death. Think again.

The ostensible truth of my theories
Hello. It's been long since I have posted. How long I suppose? Erm... very long. Probably, a week or so. Next question : Is that considered long to you? My answer to your question : Not quite. But still, it is. Well has that cleared your doubts? Well, I pressume that I may proceed with what I was going to say, or more specifically, post--online. First theory - Most people die because they love thinking about "death" or possibly in a verb form "die". Overall, it doesn't make much of a difference, except "death" is a noun whereas "die" is a verb. Or maybe spelling, if you all would like it. Why is that so? Imagine. You think of something... nice... but horrible. What's the first thought that strikes your mind? FEAR. Supposedly... When one is thinking about something, it affects not only greatly but also, a big impact to his/her brain cells. Don't mention it. I'm also thinking now. So, if you try to sit at a corner, stare into blank space and think of the word "die" or "death" for a day ( I'm telling you, don't take this personally, it isn't going to happen ), I assure you that the next day, you would find yourself lying on a bed of roses, ready to be "incinerated". Okay, not really, "cremated" might be a better word. Spontaneously, at that particular moment, you would think of the word "death" or "die" again. It's futile. That's when you will die and my theory comes to life. ( Once again, it's just something that is being made up, things won't go according to what is happening now, virtually. ) After which, things that are happening up or down there... is something we won't know. Or maybe, we would, when that does happen... It's going to become a world-wide affair.
Nothing,
Nothing.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

'Stop wondering'

Wondering why I have not posted for eons? Here's the answer : Everyday, I wake up, brush my teeth, wash my face, take a bath , have breakfast , No school? FANTASTIC! go online , stare at my computer screen for hours and there goes my electricity bills. To tell you the truth, the thought of "posting" have not occurred to me until today, which is why I am posting now. If you want to know why I had been doing these past few days, guess what? I was breathing. However, now my system has malfunctioned and somehow it stops me from breathing. Well, I am still alive and going. Maybe I have used an artificial heart. Maybe I am just a spirit 'wandering'. All this adds up to one word : 'Dead'. I might be literally dead but still I respond like a human. But it's up to your thinking whether you like it or not. Presume me dead, or rather, "YOU ARE STILL ALIVE, STOP JOKING". So really, as you can see.. I have nothing to do. I shall fly to my "study desk" officially renamed by me to "floor". That's all. Goodbye. Logged off, LostReality.