My Life, My Fairytales

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I’m writing this in English. Don’t ask me why.

The Life in this ‘online’ world is no longer a fairytale. It has become life real. The intended surrealism is now becoming a melodrama.

Fairytales is supposed to be entertaining. It defy all logics or any law of relevancy .

Fairytales is about hope and dreams. Princess and handsome prince.

There are times when we need to fly away to the open sky. Flap your wings and just fly away from the haywire and hectic life. No traffic lights or stop signs, just fly and fly before you realized that life is ain’t that bad. Now its time to feels the earth move from under your feet. Time to go home, back to reality.

That is what fairytales is all about.

Fairytales is full of hoaxes and deceptions.

Remember the little sprite lie from Elsie Wright and her cousin Frances Griffiths? They have lied to the world for 66 years by saying that fairies do exist and they can prove that by showing their pictures of small people and gnomes. Even Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of the supremely rational detectives Sherlock Holmes believed in them. The 1917 Cottingley Fairies is actually a simply cutouts of fairies’ picture taken from their story books and was held in place with hatpins. What had begun as a minor domestic event quickly became a celebrated supernatural story in the British press.

We were fooled for 66 years. Imagine that.

I surely don’t want to fool anybody for even one hour with my fairytales.

Remember Milli Vanilli? Remember the fame they have succeeded? They even been awarded the Grammy Awards in 1989. Their first album was sold for two million dollars worth. In the end, the whole world was fooled again. The voices and vocals was not theirs. They have the looks but not the voice.

I don’t want to deceit people with my ‘voice’ here.

My ‘voice’ here, came from my heart and my own conscience.

My fear, my tears, my cheers, my dear.

....my life.

Darekampo. - Happy Chinese New Year.