my name is luka and i live on the 2nd floor

i find it strange or maybe just a pure coincidence, since i lived in düsseldorf for almost five years and moved twice,  i always find myself living on the second floor.

so what is the connection with my blog?

the answer is nothing. ha! got you.

i dont really know if i should write this or not, for the past 3 days my life had been an emotional turmoil, but since writing for me is a form of distraction, i might as well indulge myself and write and say whats on my mind.

last tuesday i recieved a call from my father and gave me the most earth shattering news in my life, i looked like a cornered little wet chick pinned against a wall and cant do anything but cry *rolls eyes*.  ha! the same feeling when i was caught cheating on an exam for military training when i was in 4th year highschool because someone betrayed me. as a punishment, the prefect of discipline made me clean the boys toilet AND made me clean his office which WAS  full of dusts and spiderwebs on the corner. all that was missing were skeletons in his hidden closet. after that punishment, me and the betrayer had a task to FILL a whole page of paper of the meaning of cheater which is totally impossible but the prefect of discipline's mean and nasty voice made me cringe, so i said, sir yes sir. i started sorting in the school library, with the laziest librarian in the world listening to pa pa pa pa pop music sung by a cheeky singer and doenst library means observe silence? ha! as a good boy and scared of not being able to graduate highschool, i started writing and almost a miracle that i almost filled half the paper (well i cheated again because i wrote in big letters) the betrayer came to me and asked if i am almost finished and if she could copy mine. ha! the cheater cheating! the world is full of cheaters! my prefect of discipline was right, when i first came to his office and snorted at me and said, of all the people, i was not expecting you, CHEATER, then went on with his life and sent me away. life was not fair.

so is this making any sense to you now?

NOT.

ill continue, shall we?

here is another story, when i was in my third year highschool, we got the most stupidest, dumbest and probably the most scariest music and physical education teacher (yes, as a matter of fact we called him horse-face, as he looked like a horse, walked like a horse, ate like a horse, SMILES LIKE A HORSE and if he's angry, probably neighed like a horse) in the whole boring rectangular-like perimeter of our school. in one of his music class, he was teaching us how to play a guitar (as if horses know how to play) he told us that there were 2 ways how to play a guitar, the other one was strumming and he kept uttering this word that we dont understand, he kept saying FLOCKING, when all of us asked him again, he was irritated and said that we were dumb. and i said out aloud that a flock is use to describe group of birds, then another one shouted that its  PLUCKING not FLOCKING. all of us laughed and he got beet red like a thermometer shot at max. i was laughing so hard to my classmate and my back at my teacher and when i turned around, a wheeze and suddenly a slap hit my face, he threw an eraser with full of chalk powder and hit my cheek. i was stunned as all of my classmates were, and i asked why me? all of us were laughing. life was not fair.

oh oh oh one more about my wannabe music and physical education teacher. we had gymnastics at school, i dont know if my teacher was obssesed with nadia comaneci or he was deranged, he asked the school carpenter to build a balance beam that was 2.5 meters long 2 feet in height and only HALF INCH wide. so we have to cross this so-called fake balance beam to pass the term. we had this one fat classmate (i dont have any prejudices against fat people) and if you even WHISPER fat to her, she will cry. now it was her turn to use the balance beam, she was a million times thicker than the thing. so couldnt even get up and if she pulls her weight to get up, the so-called balance beam will turn in to a see-saw. so one classmate had an idea and bended so she can use his back as a level. when she put her twinky toes in the so-called balance beam, she fell before she even can stood on it. then went running and crying, but she passed the term with high grades and honors, well her family was an investor in the school. life was not fair.

now are you getting what i wrote?!

NO?

ok ok ok, i booked a flight back home. because i had to come home due to unforseen circumstances, i was dreaming of a having a flight, with stopovers to cities withouth any visa problems AND i can enjoy my stopover by going through, naturally the cities. dreams do come true after all, as i had never been to paris and maybe make thousand or maybe millions of pictures of me with the eifel tower, taking pictures of the montmartre or having foie gras, smoking a cigar and pompously laughing and basking at myself in one of the cafes in the seine. another stop at hongkong, which is the only 2 other asian countries/city state/territory or whatever you call it, that i would like to visit (the other one remains a secret) - and eat uh, hmm noodles? even if i want to, i cant and wont, as this "voyage" is a matter of life and death and time is of the essence drama blah blah blah. so instead of faking myself and eat foie gras that costs more than a hundred euros and starve for the rest of the journey but making a show off, i will just read a book. i will be accompanied by a rubber duckie turned gangsta, a book that was once banned in china, a fantasy of a children's world and a story about the suffering of a mother who did everything for her children, and probably my company in my lonely nights in the phillippines is a hamburger store that never sleeps. LIFE IS NOT FAIR.

to err is human, but then again, life isnt fair. oh, last time i checked, i still live on the second floor.