Friday, September 29, 2006
Idiocy
Just the other day, i had a wonderful quote brewing in my head. Oh, you couldn't have believed how brilliant it was. To put it simply, it was so brilliant, i thought my IQ just increased 30 points just by thinking about it. And then, something interesting happened. My memory failed me again and i totally forgot what it was!! So now, i've to relegate to writing something totally shallow without an ingenius quote prelude.
Anyway, so here i am, back in hall after a week-long hiatus back home. And lately, i've started to accept the grim fact that i'll most probably, or as Joey would say it, supposably never get to enjoy my american lit classes ever. Well, for one, i feel like an outsider for being the only science geek in a class of arty-farty literature majors or at least, arts students. And second of all, the lecturer is a zany neo-buddhist. You know, one of those guys whom when you start a conversation with something simple like, "Hey, how's the coffee?", he'll reply you with a mind-numblingly Zen answer like, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" or... something of that sort. I mean, it's different if you're ACTUALLY Zen because then, we'll just know you're not supposed to make sense and give up listening to you altogether. But when you mix The Matrix and American political humor, you totally just lose it. The students, i mean. Here we are, trying to make sense out of the whole text we're supposed to be reading, and now we have to decipher YOU as well?
So you see, this entire week is served up to make me feel like a complete idiot. And worse thing is, it's only Monday :(
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Boo! (Part 1)
The following post is going to be rather disturbing for some people. So, those of you who have trouble with spooks, please do not proceed beyond the dotted line.
For those who do proceed to dabble in the paranormal...please count your blessings at the end of this and don't judge me because i'm wierd.
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I'm haunted.
Either that, or i'm extremely
I would have given up on sleep altogether if not for me being so human. I know what sleep does to me. It makes me scared. Scared that i might drown in it and reality will seem like an impossibility. Why? Let me give you a blow-by-blow account of my nightmares then.
The Paramount of Fear
Just the other day, I was taking a nap in my dorm room. It was like any normal afternoon nap, sunshiny outside and cozy on the inside. An hour or so into the nap, i was awoken by a sudden draft of fear ('awoken' doesnt seem like the proper word since i was in and out of consciousness throughout the whole thing). Not any kind of fear, it was one of those that makes the hairs on your back stand because i could sense a presence in my room. Hence, I started chanting like mad and just as i did, i heard scratching sounds on the mattress next to my head. The kind you make when you scratched on cloth if you had really long fingernails (try it, the mere sound of it is spooky. turn of the lights for enhanced effect). Then, it stopped. And through my semi-conscious-half-squint, i could make out that my door, out of reasons i could not comprehend at that moment, was slowly being pushed open. As if someone or something was gingerly trying to sneak in. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to will whatever was happening away. As i peeled my eyes open for the third time, my door was ajar and lo and behold, standing at the doorway was a six-feet tall sillhouette of a man, all pitch black, staring right into my room (or so i think that was where his face was). I remember quite clearly that he had a square metallic piece of something stuck onto his chest. I dunno what...or why. I tried screaming but only soft cries managed to escape my mouth. I was practically frozen in place as the sillhouette of a man inched towards me, first slowly and then picking up speed. I screamed and screamed so much i ran out of breath (funny, and i made no sound at all) and before i knew it, he was whisking past my bed and out he went through the window. And then, i jolted awake, for good this time. My first reaction was to check around, and as usual, my door was still firmly shut and my blinds were still down. A dream perhaps? Nah, too real. But that reminds me to always latch the door whenever i sleep or else the Uninvited will all the more be happy to pay a visit.
The Voice
Just like the previous one, i was taking a nap in the afternoon (damn, i sleep too much) back home when suddenly i was awoken by the very same sense of fear. Someone was in my room....again. Fuck, first it was NUS and now, you've followed me all the way back to KL? Damn you stalker. Anyway, through my usual half-squint, i tried to look around for anything that might be the cause of it. And just then, i heard something soooo distinct, it could NOT have been a dream. It was the voice of a man, very deep, a bit like my granduncle's. Right above my head (i was sleeping on a lazyboy chair), it said, "Xing jia po de ta men yao lai le" .What? "Xing jia po the ta men yao lai le". For the uninitiated, it meant, "Those from s'pore are coming". Shit, to KL? By what, the 'underground' train?? His voice did not have the sort of a declarative tone to it, but more like a sinister don't-worry-child-they-are-coming-soon kinda tone. For the sceptical, who think it's just my messed up mind playing tricks on me, tell me, would i retain a sentence as wierd as that in my head? No. So....now, i not only have a personal spook, i have the whole entourage of them. Great. Juuuust great.
Sigh..it's getting kinda late and writing these stuff is really getting my nerves all frazzled up again. I'll try to squeeze in more next time (YES, there's more). So at the meantime, pray people. Pray hard.
