my story- an eduactional story.
so i will become very rich becuase i am the best in the world. by thirty years old.
i will retire. really. i am not joking .
now i have just came home from work. sold my business for 4 million and yes. i free
person now. my maturity skills has also tripe since seven years ago.
but then, i am still a calm person. i know what exaclty is laughing, crying,
and understand the 'enjoying' methods that can be made easily. when there is no
ting to enjoy, my calmness ensues and i continue reading and learning.
age 32. i discover how to be in a constant state of euphoria through techniques
and greater understanding and application of skills. i have maximsed life
to very high order. but learning is still done on daily basis.
disaster strikes. but 'disaster ' does not exist in my brain. i see things as neutral
things. as it is. i sense pain in my body ten hours everyday. since 'i' is just a
concept, i just sense pain and define it as it is, without anymore further
explanation and meaning. pain sense by me remains just pain sensed by me. with this,
i continue my daily learning if my body permits me. life still needs to be improved.
age 35. i realized from doctor that i have 2 weeks to live. the pulse of anxiety
passed by me for one second. it was then gone forever, i just sit down and
logically plan my timetable for the last estimated two weeks. there was only
calmness. calmness is a way of life. it has always being.
i have completed my ability to be in euphoria for ten hours per day. the plan
involves going to australia for three days, japan for sex services for 4 days,
a trip to live with chikldren for two days, a chit chatting session with
old friends for three days, and for the last two days, i will do some crazy things
never done before.
at eleven o'clock. i sat on the hotel table, still have one hour before i just
die. i decided to climb down the window from seventy five storey hotel
to seventy. i know i will not be caught.i brought along much cash for bribery of any catching
officer. the sky was dark , people cannot see anything too.
the wind was chilling, my heart was racing, the sense of adrenaline of
climbing otuside the window without harness and lock was purely joy. i know the
skill. the probabilty of accident stands at ten percent. it was a worth while bet.
i reached seventy one floor in one minutes time. damn. so easy. but the thrill
was worth it. i enjoyed the wind and took out my ipod, while perching on the
glass wall with five hunderd feet of air beneath me, i listen to the song "colour of the
winds". it creates another wave of euphoria.
at eleven thirty i went back into the seventy floor room. i saw a forty year old
lady in business suit. she was shocked but i calm her down in three seconds.
the thought of "death' remind me of my destiny. however, my heart did not skip.
it remains regular speed.
i decide to surmaarise my life and spend the next thirty minutes talking to the
lady. no sex. i had enough of it. it was a sooting experience to speak to
her. i expected that it would be soothing experience in the night to talk
to a lady, and particualry abou about past life. i knew it. because that is
what i have learnt from my daily learning.
eleven fifty nine. the lady smiles and hugs me as she was touch my my wisdom and
charm. i blast the song again and it triggers my tear duct for one whole mintue
as my chest and head was well up with tears and endophins feelings.
"tick, tick tick.." the seconds tickle away. i was hit by a wave of sleepiness
as expecteed. i struggled to no avail. i reminded myself that death was approaching.
but before i could think about further things, i was unconscious.
death is here. i has vanish. it is just that. no melancholony. no feeling of satisifed.
before i die. i do what i plan to do. death is death. there is no more explanation
to it other than 'i' will be gone. it never has anything to do with emotions.
the lady weeps for me as i lay unconscious in her hands. ... THE END
mi dunno what euu saeing lor...
i want my 1 minute back....
What so eduactional about the story?
