WTH...

yesterday is just another day in a life of a young artise and today is a brand new day waiting to be polish by the very confuse mind and soul of the very human called marcell, tut-tut.... tut-tut... tut-tut... iphone alarm clock rang at early 8 in the morning... put it back to silent to continue dreaming about living in the world that he personally come to understand that will never be true. but as a normal human being it's very normal for him to have a dream and wondering sometimes while walking,working, drinking or smoking about how the life would be if he is living in his dream world. at least he do. staying in bed for about an hour or more then get up, when to take a piss got his ass into studio room, where he put most of the thing he treasure. just next to the door is a huge shelve where he store his dvd collection with some books and some other stuff he got while he was working or drinking and chilling with a friends. one of the stuff store there is this master card reserved pad where normally put on the reserved table back in the club or a bar or sometimes in the restaurant. once upon a time marcell was invited for an african party held somewhere inside sunway pyramid. he cant really remember the name of the bar maybe because he was to drunk to remember anything but what he does remember is the bar was full with his african friends and everybody was drinking, dancing and having a good time without worrying about anything, nothing at all. marcell too are having a good time, drinking till he black out and the next morning he found himself lying in his bed with the master card pad next to him and holding a tiger pin in his hand where he broke the pin few days later out of drunkness. Next to the shelve is one more rack where he store his comic books, design books and hang his scarfs. there are three of them, it is chelsea football club scarf, kedah football association and pekida rank scarf. on the other side a 24-inch mac was sitting put on the white table across the room with some tools for painting and designing next to it, a weed bong is right next to the tools box, domino's flyer, guitar tuner, tissue and his lovely cigarette pack, marcell is a very heavy smoker or some might call chain smoker or whatever they call he's still a very heavy smoker. he smoke two pack of 20 everyday since long a go even himself cant really remember when this start. he was looking for the cigarette pack and the reason he had came to this room....  he need a cigarette to take a shit every time since a long time... it's just how his body work. without cigarette, alcohol and ganja his body just won't function accordingly. what a wonderful life he have... :) smoking cigarette while taking a shit and still dreaming about a good life and wanting what other people have to be his, like wanting jessica alba to be next to him right now right here or becoming like "hugn hefner" living in the real world with all the hottie from play boy, a dream of every man soul exists or will be on this mother earth. "plup" the sound of satisfaction for every soul after the right amount of push from within, the perfect exit from the right angle. take a final puff of his cigarette throw the butt into the water cleaning the affected area, finally flush with full power... hehehehe... what a feeling... so nice, so good.... walked out and again straight to his cute little studio room. switch on his mac start listening to some good music from jack johnson while surfing through the internet, sign in to facebook look for interesting post from friends and smoke another stick... nothing much to do today. he have finished the design work given and wondering when he can get the payment and planning how to spend all the payment he soon to get in the right way. like every time before he end-up spending all of it with alcohol, cigarette and weed. he want it to be different this time around he want it to be used in the right way... what is the right way by the way....?? according to him the right way is when u used the money for a better living or something like that.... but seriously a better living come with alcohol,cigarette and weed... so he might again end-up drinking and smoking.... damn man... come on... start fresh with something new.... a voice from within screaming for him to change... maybe... he doesn't  know... damn... this is hard... he wanted to get out there and smile... just smile...