On The 9th Cloud

Day dreaming is probably one of my specialities.

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The clouds looked really nice today..

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The day started with Medical Ethics,

please don't ask me what that is coz I haven't been lending my ears to the lecturer since day 1.

To be precise,

my day started with dirty music.

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I thought,

I'm swearing so much these days & now this. I'm sooo goin' to hell.

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Halfway through a talk from the Dean of MAHSA,

I looked out the window and I saw the clouds.

@ that instant I felt that heaven's door had just opened right in front of my eyes.

I thought,

Heck, God must've forgiven me. I'm sooo goin' to heaven.

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The clouds were so inviting.

Like it's saying,

Hey! Come sleep on me! I'm fluffaaayy.

I was imagining myself sleeping on the clouds.. drinking some Starbucks.

Eh maybe they don't have Starbucks up there.

They prolly have things like Planetbucks or something.

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You know I'd probably have cute lil wings and a nice halo above my head (which proves my innocence).

Maybe I'll be Cupid's successor.

I'd do a much much better job.

Everyday,

I'd just float around the clouds and shooting arrows at people's arses.

Then people will start making statues of me & I'll be mad busy reading love requests from my Blackberry.

No lah.

 Maybe they have special gadgets like Heavenberry.

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Jas says she wants to visit hell first before she goes to heaven (if she is going).

Which makes sense.

Maybe the people there down stuff like rum & Corona & tequila & Heineken & what not.

While all they allow in heaven are most probably stuff like tropical fruit punch.

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Nah, heaven is best.

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Before I go to heaven,

I would be delighted to enjoy my time @ a small town near the Swiss Alps.

Live the peaceful life.

Eat bread & butter for breakfast lunch dinner.

Tea time would be cheese.

Drink milk that comes fresh from the cows.

Drink glacial water which beautify my skin.

Meet a sexy Swiss hunk who owns the local bakery.

No cleaning required coz I don't think you get much dust around the Swiss Alps.

 I also watched on Tv that the Swedes have good home-made wine.

We can survive on that.

I'll look at the mountains everyday,

dreaming bout becoming Cupid's successor.

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Haha

Yes I am indeed, joking.

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I don't intend to live such a quiet life.

Not yet.
I just needa get outta here.

I needa I needa I needa get to New York City :)

Where bright lights will inspire you.