Giggling Upon Madness

back in the day remembering my school-hood figures i was nothing short of a hyperactive kid. i plucked mommy's rose blossom whenever i get mad at her, throwing stone to people, and infamous killing animals stories. it all seem stick with me for life, pretty hard to fade out though many alphabet soup i put up in my brain. 

i used to do things others would justify it as flipping the norms. i kicked a soda can starting from school to my house and i firmed it as khazanah. you know what, i went to school by my bare feet, uhm...no, at least i'm wearing shoes. this weirdo characteristic doesn't point on a soda can, well i might say it is everything that crossed my eyes i want to kick, there it was, the khazanah. and this including old coconut shell, big rock, etc. i enjoy doing stuff like this with my school fellas walking back home together with me. whenever i safely home, the others would continue the kicking job, until the last guy kicking khazanah home, that would be their own khazanah. and i know this wtf situation is brought to you by my memorization.ha ha..

the other thing i mind to drop its line is, i used to have a crazy, bonkers little friend named pejal anjing. i have to say that his madness continue until this very day at the age of 23. crazy isn't it? at that point the Indonesian drama wiro sableng is quite very popular on the silver screen. all he gonna do whenever he was bullied is imitating the style of fighting in order to scare the people out of him. he always saying

 "Pukulan Dewa topan menggusur gunung"  or " Ilmu silat Orang Gila"

right before the fight kicks in when in turn he tried to imitate each style . this hilarious fight movement he done big times considered as super entertaining for some people who easily getting bored after a cat fight. but nevertheless,  he big times as well, fail and defeated. the scars on his body addressing how much he defeated regardless how many teeth he loses.oh, and how pejal anjing got its name...he got it right after he brings an injured dog back home prior to our school sports day. 

Choked Little Yellow Fella

a son of a mother duck choked to death under the deck on my lawn because every time i chased it keep slipping away from my hand, his mother is tough and fierce though for it is a young mother and it is a mandatory to keep her offspring right in a sort of safe condition . as for me: a thin eared, with thick decisions rather pick a steel stick to wrap on that poor little yellow guy neck. until it freeze itself whilst his mother witnesses a tragic ending pointing straight on her son's head. this kind of animal cruelty or i might say a murder doesn't take place after nothing, it is due to a dominant old big class aves the green spotted feather duck keep chasing after me whenever i walk back home from school. this scary faced creation has a big round eyes and yellow and..well you know, it scare the shit out of everyone who passed by i guess. i haven't see that face on the internet but as my memory recall it has flesh bubbles (i don't know how to exactly interpret) surrounding its face.

well lets cut to the chase, this isn't my first time killing faunas, i have told it before right in my first entry i killed my pet kitty. back in time my sister has a pet young chick i might say it is a pullet or a cockerel because that time i don't care if it was a male or a female chick?after all it was too tricky for me to determine whether it was a male or a female chicken young. all i knew it was black and i called it hitam . so one fine day i caught a dragonfly and play with it by tying line to its neck. the only reason for this mean is to have control over as it is on a kite. but this pretty little kite is alive! so how did hitam died? let the story begins....

i could clearly recall that time i was playing my little living kite in the veranda while i lay on the floor having hitam on my side. all of sudden, i prefer unluckily, fortunate-less, little living kite landed stupidly right in front of hitam's dining table in this case my left shoulder and in turn got a super lightening fast pecking bolt of hitam. and there is where his life span ends given up the ghost, no kicking signs. thus that makes me off my rocker due to the death of my living kite. i planed out my revenge to grab hitam and threw it hard on the floor. sad, repeated, moan chirping sound doesn't stop me giving hitam a pretty hard time. and he died past an our after the dragonfly a.k.a my kite.

Bore of Death

so i am now dragged to recall some of past figures i came through, a little bit stacked timeline i remembered. i used to play on mini sand hill  which was temporarily bulked in my home yard for later to be used up for house renovation: 20 x 14 ft veranda. i have been always enjoying the day with scores of  activities which now i don't even care to remember while at some point of that time, say i was 7 i remembered sinking my little kitty to death into the tunnel i dag that noon. yea the sand was partially wet due to rain season in that time, or i might simply just say it is just a monsoon. tunneling sand seems to be my routine at that particular time due to excitement of doing it without collapsing the bore structure. i have been always put things into the bore even my adorable kitty!

i couldn't get of it off hands how that poor kitty was dying, but from my memory regression with some  arithmetics say i am a quite thin eared, hot tempered living vibe that everything that crossed over my willings wouldn't be able stay comfort. surprisingly in my case, even pet does count!..kah kah kah..that poor little kitty! i used to called him Ireng, derived from Javanese language means pure black. yes that kitty was all black without any distinguishable color spot. well that is including his nose if i might add. this time around  i really hope Ireng would forgive me. look, i was just 7, i fell short of rational much less capable of maturely brain stuff out that time, how could i anyway?

here is a shift made illustration for better comprehension..click to enbiggen kah kah kah