Right Answer

Dear Reader,

There is one thing you must know, that your narrator has not abondoned you. The time when you felt so left out should not be served as an opportunity to be spiteful to your loving narrator. Time flies, my dear reader, adapting yourself to that idea is not very difficult.

There is one thing you may or may not know, that your narrator is going to do a very meaningful thing. Perhaps you are chuckling like a 37 year old lady scracthing her armpit. Or perhaps you are not. Either way, it holds positive meaning.

What is that meaningful thing that your narrator is going to do? One day I will give you the right answer.

My Fifth Post

Dear Reader,

Are you happy or sad, that I am not going to tell you the secret that I said I was going to tell you yesterday? Call me a LIAR if you like, but I consider that a very strong impression that you have of me.

As I said earlier, I have been writing and moaning and griefing bullshits very recently. I feel contented and above all, happy. Of course you could barely see that in me. There is a very low contrasty of expression on my face.

Do you mind wishing my good luck? Well, the problem is that I sort of need it right now. Would you mind? I am not going to moan or grief or pant or anything like that.

My Fourth Post

Dear Reader,

Are you happy or sad? I have been quite happy myself lately. I am not going to tell you why because I am worried that you might be sad to know. I don't like being happy in front of a sad reader like you. But if you are a happy reader, I am still not going to tell you either. I don't like making a happy reader sad.

A lot of people have been talking and moaning and griefing about movie making. Throw a stone at the crowd and you will probably hit a film moaner. And Chances are they will moan a lot more than your dearest narrator do. So watch out.

I have a little secret that I want to tell you in my next post. Stay tune. Are you going to throw a stone at me? I am just going to whimper a little.

My Third Post

Dear Reader,

Things have changed. I am no longer working. I get to write stories and all that kind of bullshits you know. Apparently I am happier. I am not completely sure of that though. There are times that I miss going to work. Well, I am sicked. Screw me.

I was in an Audition two days ago. It was great. I was paid 50 ringgit over the period of 48 hours, or you might want to call it like 2 days. I don't know if an actor could come prepared and makes a difference. Because I have not seen one over the period when I was earning that 50 ringgit, or five 10 ringgits if you want to like call it.

Personally, I like actors who come prepared. Very often, they are really nice people. I like nice people. I used to hate them though. Well, I am sicked. Screw me, I am just going to moan a little.

My Second Post

Dear Reader,

Have you been considering yourself a reader? I don't really want to address you as a reader if you are not going to like, read me, or at least play me. Call me a loser if you like, but play me. I am just gonna pant a little.

Did I tell you about my future? Well, here's the thing. I don't have one. So if you are planning to play me on a long term basis I suggest you to go for plan B. Whatever that is.

I'll be finishing up with my current 'people who feed me' in a day or two. I gave them a letter the other day, telling them how I would like them to stop feeding me. So I might be out in the jungle for the next 57 years looking for a feeder.

If you happen to see someone in your neighbourhood asking you to play him. Play him, and feed him if you are happy. He's just gonna whimper a little.

My First Post

Dear Reader,

What is up? Have you been considering yourself to be in a crappy situation that you have little influence on? If you have hoped for a favorable moment that will make your crappy feeling go away, you have come to the right place.

Would you like to play me? It is quite evident that you are exhausted, worn out, and possibly not existing. If I have a deeper understanding of fate, I will probably consider myself ill-fated.

You are too gullible, and if you don't mind me to be awfully blunt, even if it hurts. Free yourself from the irritations and nightmares. Are you going to play me?

I am just gonna moan a little...