Plans.

Plans... plans... i gotta make some plans. You know, gotta get my feet on the fair ground. I'm tired of living like these. I literally don't have anything to do. I know I got tons of work to do but I just can't make up my mind to do them. Every single day, I woke up, staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes, close back my eyes and there I am again.

I've been doing a lot talking to the wall lately. You know, you never got verbally abuse by talking to the wall. It's pathetic. I'm loathing myself for doing that sometimes. What a loser. But in some ways, I found it extremely satisfied. Well not extremely, just a bit. Having a wall as your best secret keeper wasn't exactly any sane human will do. It suck. It does. Then again walls do have eyes. Yeah, I'm a fan of spies flick.

Dual personalities, between superheroes and spies. I'm more prefer spies than superheroes. I mean come on, who can actually fly? What I like about spies life is that you got to be anyone you want to be. Given that you have to keep that secret from your families and love one. And also your life is at stake. No problemo. Sure the big picture is you have to give up your life. But yeah, why not. We serve for our country. We died as a hero.

Actually, I'm not concurrently personified on how suave James Bond can be. I mean he got English accent. Man, I told you that is a big foul play. Like playing football without a goalkeeper. Then again, all spies has a good look, which I know I'm not gonna done so well even if I try.

Well then again, I've these things called honesty. I know girls like honesty, big time! But hey, you know, tell me who doestn't lie in this world? I know I am as straight as an arrow. I am honest most of the time. But I'm a big fan of keeping secret and I am sure I am good at digging them also. Yeah, there is not so much secret about me. At all. Except from this blog, that I have no idea who ever read this.

You know, I purposely left the blog title as Kuntil Midon. Which who ever wanna pick a bone with me can google from that name and found this blog. I mean Kuntil Midon was not such a big secret for those who ever know me. And for all I know, as a spy, keeping stuff on the world wide web is a big no. Which also got me thinking why do some flick even bother to left all their information inside their laptop and never bother to turn it off and cut off the internet connection.

You know, if it was me, i'll do it old school. Papers and files. And tapes. Unless the hacker is also a thief, there is no way they can steal my information. So they can't never get a dirt on you. Because you know, emotion is such big failure for being a spy.

Crap. Actually, the reason why I wrote these was to straighten up myself. So that I will start doing my FYP with a clear head tomorrow. But all I end up with is all this gibberish talk about being a spy. Boys will be boys. Hah, I wish that wasn't true.

"Be a man!" - Russell Peters.