Stranger @ MindSay

I had a dream last night. It was pretty straight forward; I don't think I want to go into details right now anyway.

I was at school and the gyms were open for some testing and this kid was harassing me and  did something to me, I forgot, I think he broke some of my stuff and or punched me in the face. Well After the testing was over I was outside the gym and saw him and started beating the crap out of him because I felt justified but I ended up killing him. This was to be followed up on the cops showing up a few minutes later because of the schools camera systems. I was on trial and I tried to explain how unhappy I was and how this kid had given me shit for so long and no one would help me but the one day I decided to do something he hits his head in the beating and gets killed. No one would sympathize, not the jury, not the judge, not the media, not the cops. Very few people believed me but those people were in no position to help me. I new I would have been executed but they wanted me to know. I told them to do it now but they felt obligated to tell me just what I had did even though  I was set to be killed. I felt like The Stranger

Can you imagine your life has been charactered in a story which at the end you have to die?

Can you imagine every single steps , every movement, what you are counting, what time you'll be some where, meeting someone, what you'll be eating, even, when you'll fall in love, etc all are entirely been set or fix to happen in exactly timing.

 

Most spooky part is that, you can hear the author, who is writting about your story, her voice.

You might be shouting, screaming, frightening & wanna to find out who the hxxx this person is.

 

Unfortunately, you'll never know. This is because, she'll never hear you.

You're just one of her characters in her new book.

 

The author still researching (I mean it, really she did researching) in what way she can kill this character.

The scary moment is, this character heard that he is gonna die very soon.

 

Who doesn't afraid of dying, isn't it.

And if, you already aware that you gonna die and forcely to accept the truth and to willingly waiting to die.

Cruel, hur?

 

This movie is such creative, I think.

The character with the help of a literature professor finally able to find the author and he was trying so hard to reach her. Alas, He got her.

 

Imagine when the character in your book ringing your door bell, will you open it?

What you gonna do? changing the story's end?

 

He was begging her so that he can live longer. He just got his love, wrong timing he would say.

But the story's end, if she change it, the book might not be the best seller's book.

 

After all, this book is her master piece.

 

Will you fight to change your fate? 

 

Will you kill the author just to stop her from 'ending' you? . ha . ha. just. kidding .

 

You'll know the end if you watch it .

 

 

 

I never thought I'd want a day to end so much as this one, but life surprises us. I wasn't in a bad mood per se; I just didn't want to be in that place...surrounded by its quietness yet loud machines.

 

So I came home hoping to rest, but my mind kept ticking away. So I socialized with the aquaintances on myspace and mager ended up giving me a call. It just surprised me how my whole mood changed with a simple phone call that was probably only fifteen minutes. I don't know what it was, but those fifteen minutes were the best fifteen minutes yesterday.

 

I'm shocked to find such comfort in a stranger.

So me and a friend pull in to the gas station .
I get out of the car and start pumping my gas and out of nowhere some guy walks up to me .
He says  “hey man”
I am like  “hello”
Him  Can you  spare five bucks”
Me  “ yeah why not “
So I give him the five  dollars and he walks away .
My friend looked at me all weird like and  asked  why I gave a complete stranger money.
She said  you know  he will probably buy drugs with it .
I said or maybe he will buy a sandwich or something he needs.

She just shook her head .
I know that the guy probably  did not buy a sandwich …but I had the extra  five bucks .
And what if he was hungry ?
If I did not give him the money  it would have bothered me ….I know.
I  am a big   softie   when it comes to stuff like that .


In other news …today was a pretty good day for me  I laughed a lot .

            I was reading in Hebrews today.  The famous eleventh chapter, the one about the heroes of faith.  The author says that these folks “acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.”  Then, “For people who speak this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland.”  But…“they desire a better country, a heavenly one.”

 

            Do we, as Western Christians, consider ourselves strangers and exiles on this earth?  If not, why not?  And why don’t we want to be heroes, like these people were?