Sunday, November 15, 2009
Time for solitude
Maybe its time I left things as they were and not try to change things. I'm tired.. maybe its time I rest.. yes.. I think I need rest. I don't know what to say, maybe just some solitude to heal..
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Topone KTV
I went to TopOne KTV at Bugis on Friday and overall it was quite a worthwhile experience. It costs $18 nett per person from 11am to 5.50pm with free flow ice drinks. Though the ice drinks weren't exactly that tasty and they were like thos from SAF, it was overall still considered worthwhile comparing the number of hours to the price. Beware, personally I feel only the mango and fruit punch is drinkable. The ice lemon tea is totally WEIRD.. I think my voice went into fatigue mode after that.. Haha.. Well, hope to be able to go singing with friends more often after my voice regains its energy. WAKAKAKA
Friday, November 6, 2009
Intermission story
Hmm.. I really dunno if I should continue the story since it is so easily guessable.. I am really not suitable to be a scriptwriter. Well, in the mean time I thought I would insert an intermission piece. This piece is not really a story by itself and it is even shorter than the previous ones I wrote. It is more of a piece describing a feeling. Purely fictional as always and for your comments.
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As the clock ticked like drops of water from a leaking tap, I slowly tilted my head towards the magenta calendar on the wall. 7 days. 7 days have passed. Just as slowly, I lowered my head back into the deafening silence that surrounded me. A tiny droplet of crimson fluid made its way unto my pale white hand creating a horrifying contrast of colours. I knew I was yet again consumed into everything, everything that had happened 7 days ago.
The details of what happened no longer held significance as the outcome overshadowed everything in all of its intensity. I had lost my mother to a traffic accident and it was because she wanted to protect me. Whether it was a car or a truck, whether she was hit from the left or from the right, all these no longer mattered. At least to me it didn't.
From the moment she was robbed of her last breath I knew only grief and sorrow would be my dearest companions in the days to come. I never thought of her as everything, yet at that moment, I felt as though I had nothing left. My soul was fragmented, shattered, obliterated. She was the frame supporting me in all good and bad times and as this frame dissolved, so did I.
I did not need to cry. Afterall, tears just seemed to stream down and it was beyond my control. The emptiness within me began to eat into me. It was like a wound that festered or a parasite that was consuming the very essence of me. I seemed to be contained in a blue bubble of sorrow so much that physical human desires did not seem to plague me. The basic hunger, thirst and sleep seemed to know that my soul was too busy with other matters and they took a long deserved break.
My tanned skin began to turn a ghastly white and all life seemed to have been sucked out of me. Everything grinded to a halt and soon I only knew that I had no more tears to shed. Blood seemed to have taken its place readily and there was little I could do to remedy it. People said losing someone important was painful but I touched my heart and asked "Where is the pain?" I no longer had a soul to allow for the manifestation of pain. I longed to ache and to hurt yet all I had was a harrowing emptiness.
Yet, if things were to happen again I would still choose the same ending. This emptiness was not one I could bear to let my mother undergo. I knew just as she was what I lived for, I held the same if not a higher level of importance in her life. The more I was consumed into grief, the more I was thankful that my mother wasn't the one left behind to undergo all this. She didn't deserve to suffer this emptiness. No one deserved to suffer this be it the greatest criminal on earth. Yet if there was someone who had to I'd rather the person be me. Thank you God for saving my mother from this. Thank you.
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Remember, it is always the living who pains and not the dead. Grieving is never an easy process and I hope courage will be with all who have to undergo such pain.
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As the clock ticked like drops of water from a leaking tap, I slowly tilted my head towards the magenta calendar on the wall. 7 days. 7 days have passed. Just as slowly, I lowered my head back into the deafening silence that surrounded me. A tiny droplet of crimson fluid made its way unto my pale white hand creating a horrifying contrast of colours. I knew I was yet again consumed into everything, everything that had happened 7 days ago.
The details of what happened no longer held significance as the outcome overshadowed everything in all of its intensity. I had lost my mother to a traffic accident and it was because she wanted to protect me. Whether it was a car or a truck, whether she was hit from the left or from the right, all these no longer mattered. At least to me it didn't.
From the moment she was robbed of her last breath I knew only grief and sorrow would be my dearest companions in the days to come. I never thought of her as everything, yet at that moment, I felt as though I had nothing left. My soul was fragmented, shattered, obliterated. She was the frame supporting me in all good and bad times and as this frame dissolved, so did I.
I did not need to cry. Afterall, tears just seemed to stream down and it was beyond my control. The emptiness within me began to eat into me. It was like a wound that festered or a parasite that was consuming the very essence of me. I seemed to be contained in a blue bubble of sorrow so much that physical human desires did not seem to plague me. The basic hunger, thirst and sleep seemed to know that my soul was too busy with other matters and they took a long deserved break.
My tanned skin began to turn a ghastly white and all life seemed to have been sucked out of me. Everything grinded to a halt and soon I only knew that I had no more tears to shed. Blood seemed to have taken its place readily and there was little I could do to remedy it. People said losing someone important was painful but I touched my heart and asked "Where is the pain?" I no longer had a soul to allow for the manifestation of pain. I longed to ache and to hurt yet all I had was a harrowing emptiness.
Yet, if things were to happen again I would still choose the same ending. This emptiness was not one I could bear to let my mother undergo. I knew just as she was what I lived for, I held the same if not a higher level of importance in her life. The more I was consumed into grief, the more I was thankful that my mother wasn't the one left behind to undergo all this. She didn't deserve to suffer this emptiness. No one deserved to suffer this be it the greatest criminal on earth. Yet if there was someone who had to I'd rather the person be me. Thank you God for saving my mother from this. Thank you.
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Remember, it is always the living who pains and not the dead. Grieving is never an easy process and I hope courage will be with all who have to undergo such pain.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Trial Test for Story
I've thought long and hard and I found that so far I am only able to write short stories, then I thought maybe I'd challenge a lengthier one, one that would come in parts, maybe like a serial. I've a feeling it isn't going to be nice but here goes...
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Just as the dark figure was about to corner her, Carol jolted awake from her sleep. Luckily it was just a nightmare but it was strange how she had not had this particular one for a period of time and that it had recurred. Tilting her head towards the wall-clock, it was already 6am in the morning. She thought she might as well forget going back to sleep and climbed up from my bed out of her room.
Creeping silently into her parents' room, she quietly turned off her mother's alarm clock and just as stealthily exited the parameters. Carol could never really bear having her mother wake up so early just to make breakfast for she and her brother. Having to work was already tiring enough and she definitely needed as much rest as she could get. After Carol took a bath to clean herself from the perspiration her nightmare gave her, she prepared breakfast for her younger brother and herself just as quietly as though she was afraid of waking the family up. When the clock struck 6.30am, she woke her brother up and prepared both of them for a fresh new day of school.
School was always something Carol enjoyed be it the teachers, the lessons or the friends but maybe exams fared a bit lesser on that scale. Always equipped with a bright cheery smile, she was always ready to make the start of the day wonderful for her friends. Carol was in secondary 3 and she was glad she didn't have to be stuck in the whirlpool of O' level preparations and studying. She had the luxury of participating in her CCA, chilling out with her friends and just enjoying the fresh air. It was as though she could have her cake and eat it.
She had a really really good friend who was in the same CCA, badminton, as her. Well, at least this friend considered herself to be Carol's best friend. This person was Yue Tong, a bubbly girl from China who had the defect of a short tongue which caused her to fumble a little with words. She considered herself Carol's best friend and being the kind soul, Carol was never cruel enough to refute that.
Well, it so happened that Yue Tong was pre-occupied with other commitments that day and she had to go for badminton practice alone. So instead of her usual pairing with Yue Tong, today she was paired by the coach with a guy called Zine. Zine wasn't exactly the very sociable type. In fact, he preferred indulging in solitude and rarely spoke to others. So though he did have charming looks, he wasn't a favourite with most of the school-mates. But Carol thought "It's only a badminton practice, it can't be that bad" and well, it didn't turn out that bad either.
As time slowly passed, it soon came to the end of badminton practice and Carol began to make her way home. As she took the usual path home, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and the pain was so unbearable that she had to bend over. It so happened that Zine was on his way home too and seeing that there was something strange with Carol, he approached her to take a closer look. However, when he saw a stream of blood streaking Carol's leg, he got more than he expected.
"Oh my god, you are bleeding Carol! Are you injured? What happened? Do I need to call 995?" A quick barrage of questions flooded the pain-stricken Carol which did not really suit his usual cool image. Forcing a smile out from her pale-white face, Carol just uttered "Don't be silly, its just what girls have every month and I didn't expect it to come today, it's nothing"
Well, if a girl said that there is little that a guy can do except be embarassed and considering Zine's character, it was no wonder that he began to blush. Putting aside his embarassment, he still thought Carol wasn't in that good a state. "You still need a hospital in this state even if it is just ... just.. that.. so don't argue and I'll get you there". Supporting Carol, the two of them made their way to a nearby hospital to seek medical attention for this poor girl who had a more painful than normal period.
As Carol was being attended to at the A&E, Zine could only anxiously wait outside. After a while, two nurses came out of the area Carol was and started gossiping. Yet, what he heard was definitely more than what he had expected for a routine day of school.
"What are teenagers coming to, 15 years old and already not a virgin"
To be continued.....
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Just as the dark figure was about to corner her, Carol jolted awake from her sleep. Luckily it was just a nightmare but it was strange how she had not had this particular one for a period of time and that it had recurred. Tilting her head towards the wall-clock, it was already 6am in the morning. She thought she might as well forget going back to sleep and climbed up from my bed out of her room.
Creeping silently into her parents' room, she quietly turned off her mother's alarm clock and just as stealthily exited the parameters. Carol could never really bear having her mother wake up so early just to make breakfast for she and her brother. Having to work was already tiring enough and she definitely needed as much rest as she could get. After Carol took a bath to clean herself from the perspiration her nightmare gave her, she prepared breakfast for her younger brother and herself just as quietly as though she was afraid of waking the family up. When the clock struck 6.30am, she woke her brother up and prepared both of them for a fresh new day of school.
School was always something Carol enjoyed be it the teachers, the lessons or the friends but maybe exams fared a bit lesser on that scale. Always equipped with a bright cheery smile, she was always ready to make the start of the day wonderful for her friends. Carol was in secondary 3 and she was glad she didn't have to be stuck in the whirlpool of O' level preparations and studying. She had the luxury of participating in her CCA, chilling out with her friends and just enjoying the fresh air. It was as though she could have her cake and eat it.
She had a really really good friend who was in the same CCA, badminton, as her. Well, at least this friend considered herself to be Carol's best friend. This person was Yue Tong, a bubbly girl from China who had the defect of a short tongue which caused her to fumble a little with words. She considered herself Carol's best friend and being the kind soul, Carol was never cruel enough to refute that.
Well, it so happened that Yue Tong was pre-occupied with other commitments that day and she had to go for badminton practice alone. So instead of her usual pairing with Yue Tong, today she was paired by the coach with a guy called Zine. Zine wasn't exactly the very sociable type. In fact, he preferred indulging in solitude and rarely spoke to others. So though he did have charming looks, he wasn't a favourite with most of the school-mates. But Carol thought "It's only a badminton practice, it can't be that bad" and well, it didn't turn out that bad either.
As time slowly passed, it soon came to the end of badminton practice and Carol began to make her way home. As she took the usual path home, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and the pain was so unbearable that she had to bend over. It so happened that Zine was on his way home too and seeing that there was something strange with Carol, he approached her to take a closer look. However, when he saw a stream of blood streaking Carol's leg, he got more than he expected.
"Oh my god, you are bleeding Carol! Are you injured? What happened? Do I need to call 995?" A quick barrage of questions flooded the pain-stricken Carol which did not really suit his usual cool image. Forcing a smile out from her pale-white face, Carol just uttered "Don't be silly, its just what girls have every month and I didn't expect it to come today, it's nothing"
Well, if a girl said that there is little that a guy can do except be embarassed and considering Zine's character, it was no wonder that he began to blush. Putting aside his embarassment, he still thought Carol wasn't in that good a state. "You still need a hospital in this state even if it is just ... just.. that.. so don't argue and I'll get you there". Supporting Carol, the two of them made their way to a nearby hospital to seek medical attention for this poor girl who had a more painful than normal period.
As Carol was being attended to at the A&E, Zine could only anxiously wait outside. After a while, two nurses came out of the area Carol was and started gossiping. Yet, what he heard was definitely more than what he had expected for a routine day of school.
"What are teenagers coming to, 15 years old and already not a virgin"
To be continued.....
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