Friday, March 31, 2006
31st March 2006
It is now close or past midnight, I no longer know for I never seem to keep track of time anymore. The past four days I have chionged Da Chang Jin and left one disc to go. For the past four days because of this I have been sleeping when dawn breaks and waking when the sun is on its way westwards. Tonight I promised not to do so again for already my parents not happy :P
Alright. This show, besides depriving me of sleep, has created other evils. I shall elaorate. Have you ever watched a television, a movie or a drama serial perhaps and come an exciting part, a blackout occurs? Well I have undergone a similar case with faulty Chang Jin Dvds... haiz...the folly of borrowing fully manifests in a form of its own evil. Thrice in the middle of important events, either when evil people were about to wreak havoc or when a complicated case is about to come to a conclusion, the disc stops and I am not able to continue. As one DVD contains five episodes, having stopped at the 3rd episode in the DVD means I have to forgo 2.5 epidoes and skip to the next disc, where the exciting events have long past and how those cases were solved I dunno.
Next, early the previous morning at about 6 shall we say, I heard my parents wake, so obviously I had to switch off the lights in my room and lower thr volume in case they discovered that I was still up. So off went the lights and I settled down to watch. And then this beetle comes into the room. Now beetles. You see, for some reason they like to fly with a buzzing noise for a short while then fall down, fly and fall again like a pesky housefly but with less grace and more sound. Me and my sis hate them because er...they cling onto clothing see and will not be as easily scared away as a housefly. I was v unhappy la...as I have always been when I see insects in my room...aiyo if you read War of the Cockroach in my poem website you will know. OK, so this beetle ah...I was afraid it may crawl into my bed or something and already at that time I a bit stress coz something happening to Chang Jin, then this beetle kept striking the Tv in the dark. I could not see it and decided to let it go becoz i said I wouldn't kill anymore insects. But then it boldly landed onto the TV and I could see its every move. Not irritating meh when you watch TV? So i decided to fear no beetle and moved forwards with a determined rage and used index finger and thumb to destroy this fool who dared challenge me by displaying itself upon the screen. Then indeed it was not as great a fool as I thought for when my hands clamped upon it, they felt resistance, something sharp, perhaps its foul legs or something and I cried out once and flung the fool away. By glare of the TV i saw it motionless, the great fool and watched it. By trick of shadows perhaps i saw it move and ran to turn on the lights. Then...it was gone.
I say now that insects I hate, though i do not mind the simple fly, mosqito (Which i trap and kill), small ants, tiny insects, worms and stuff. What I hate most are large flyers like giant moths, cockroaches, annoying beetles and bees. I have been learning to ignore moths, though one time this crazy moth, big like siao came in. I was scared like crap lor...how to sleep with something as big as your palm flying about in the room? So no choice lor I grabbed a pole and chased it and the few times it came close to my head i'm afraid I hollered a bit :P. Once I whacked it like a shuttle cock and it went flying to the computer and lay motionless. I hoped that it died but insects are far more cunning than we perceive them to be. It feigned death for a bit and when I was about to grab a tissue, it fell behind the computer and I never saw it anymore. Then I came back and there sitting on an old and unused printer it was, bold and daring. I grabbed a bag and cautiously captured the fool and flung it out the window. I'm afraid i crushed it in my eagerness to be rid of it. If there are any insect lovers out there, or moth lovers, I am sorry, since moths can be beautfiul creatures. But don't expect me to apologise for cockroach murder. Never! Spiders I will let live as long as they don't wander from their webs or too big. Just no funny stuff like tarantulas and scorpions...for one they are poisonous besides being big and ugly. Oh! oh!! And no giant red ants...wa I've been bitten before and I tell you I'd rather go for acupuncture, which I am already frightened of by the way, thanks to Chang Jin. Hmm...well I guess this is it.
Actually I planned to do an article of great lament for this terrible anticipation for poly but I strayed off and spoke of my hate for insects instead. Why do they never learn and insist on trespassing forbidden grounds? Ok you know what, its getting late and anymore stories on battles between me and the great Insect Empire I will recount here with elaboration and jest I hope :P.
So here it ends. Sian...too bad I can't talk to insects. Make this world a little more fun. haha.
Posted by The Inflamed at 11:06 PM
Sunday, March 26, 2006
26th March 2006
Once more the days have passed in greater unproductivity, save the experiments I have done over the weekend in making lasagna of my own recipe, constructed from several others. The book I have begun to write is going slowly and a year has passed already with less than a tenth of it created.
Much of the settings lie in the far country, down wth wide meadows and vast evergreen fields, in places where mountains group and tower up high and lofty, where streams bubble and trip over stones and river sparkling and aglow with silver. It would be where forests stand tall and all is dark beneath their boughs for their crowns are thick. It would be where land was affected by the four seasons and where the rising and setting of the sun would not be obscured by looming skyscrapers and tall flats. Nay, it would be where I can see the outline of the mountains blush red and the nights filled with untold millions of winking stars with clouds ominous and night lit only by the pale, dim light of the moon hidden in shadows. Yea, that is where I set my story, in a place out in far country, without city, stone neatly hewn, set and carved into intricate patterns and without much sound to disturb the serenity. And dew drops gleening on waxy leaves at the first light of each day.
It is in these places I would dwell for three years had I the luxury of time for surely such sights would be an invaluable experience for description and better place settings. Such sights and smells I wlll never see in such a hyped up city. Perhaps when I have time, for a period of time I wil shrink back from all this and spend time in the country. Hahaha...a foul and foolish dream of a city dweller trying to become a chef.
So perhaps I have bored many with this wish list but then there is nothing I have left to report. Do state if instead of this, you would wish me to recount to you tales of a slow moving and idle life until school begins. Perhaps then my tale would be more interesting.
Posted by The Inflamed at 10:20 PM
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
21st March 2006
Thus have I been in the shadows too long already and my mind has been crammed and filled with thoughts ready to burst forth in a terrible hailstorm for I have not written anything of the events in the past two months and have bypassed completely, the Days of Torment.
The Days of Torment have passed and what are they one might ask? It was the month of February, good folks, where all of me, internally, physically and even mentally I have endured much suffering of many sorts, received attacks from many directions and that I have not experienced in a while. Still, the greatness of the storm has moved on and its destuctive power I have cast down and laid waste to so that it may trouble me no more. Alas! The mountain weight upon mind and shoulder has crumbled into the yawning sea! And not too soon for ever I have stood with a hammer and chisel at this great mound of rock and laboured greatly upon it that it may fall and leave me light and free again.
I now sit and rot away in a seat of my own comfort, though my deeds and actions are not of my preferred choice for ever I am unproductive here in a factory where the worker sits and plays foolish games, ranting at the AI, brooding over books of shakespeare and understanding little of it whilst the factory product (my book) is still far from completion. I have been a fool to waste away the time that has been granted to me, even as I wait in boredom, in quiet anticipation while my mind slowly wanders far and wide and is filled with strange thoughts and stranger worries. Everyday passes in a torment if I could say so, and even now I wished I had a school to attend or a job to perform if I am to be able to proudly procliam: I have not done ill with my time for only fools would do so! And by saying so, I am a Dotard, but one who is seeking productive deed.
Now, the clouds of anticipation and looming over me, like a great demon, and all about me I see shadows of doubt and worry. Indeed I am to move forwards, on to the Temasek Poly where the next stage of my education will commence and until now i know little of what to expect, what to see, what to fear and what to wear. It is this great gloom that I fear the most, for there is nothing i can do to break its hold upon me and everyday it becomes stronger and darker and ever I strife to light the torches and cast a spell of light upon myself as a shield against the darkness.
But look here! I have been to drammatical this day as is not my wont! Still I am glad for at last some part of the water trapped behind the dam has been released and the pressure is no longer so great. I feel another weight off, and a delight fills its place for ever do I love to write, in different manners, in different styles and this is no exception.
When I look from the windows at first light, lo! It will be dawn! And the chill grey light with stream in through the windows in the form of many rays. The wind though cold, will be fresh and welcome when it floats in a room long stifled by darkness. the light will be ever welcome! That silver flame...and no sooner do I see then it brightens to gold and then to red and then it flys west, sinking deep into the mountains and all beauty of day shrinks back to unveil the beauty of the night.
But this I will say: Despair not! Do not lose hope! Even the sun, though beaten by darkness rise again, born anew like a ball of fire from the east and away it chases all the wraiths of darkness and as you look from your window can you not see its wings outstretched and flaring? And what lies on those wings but the very fire of HOPE and HOPE is rekindled. Light the torches in the dark and HOPE will come, HOPE, HOPE in the form of light and all things that you hold dear and deem good upon this solid earth! Farewell and take into ponderation my counsel!
Hahaha...sorry ah...just having some fun :P but still, never fall into Despair. There will always be a light in the darkness if you will yourself to see it.
Posted by The Inflamed at 7:30 PM
