Thursday, April 26, 2007
minnasan ohayougozaimasu
In a jungle far far away...and i mean very very far far away....in this isolated church....
The setting is that the scene will start from a congregation.
And when the camera zoom in, we saw that confession is in process.
Cast : the 3
Cast : sidekick
Cast : special guest appearance, daddy priest, refer in here as "dp".
"3" [eyes wide stern and concern] : daddy priest i have sin. I have not confess in.....in......ato........in......ato....ato....
[One minute later]
"3" {still trying to remember} : ato.....in.....ato...ato.......hmmm....
Dp : it's alright if you can't remember the length of time since your last confession my child. Now tell me your confession.
"3" [mumbling to herself] : ato.....hmmm....exactly when is the last time i did my confession. My memory is always good. Couldn't have forgotten. Atoooo.........
Dp : now now it's really alright my child. Let's start with your confession...
"3" [lost in her own thought] : is it that time? No not that. Must be.....not that too...then it has to....ah not that!...when...when...[started to get hysterical]...when!!!!
Dp [give up?] : ~~~~~~
{Commercial break}
(same congregation, same church, same daddy priest, different room, different confessor)
"2" [heavy-eyes slagging] : daddy priest, i have sin for i have not confess since..
Dp [quickly cut in] : its already let's get on with the confession.
"2" [a bit taken back by dp hastiness] : ok let's see...[deep breath]..i eat too much sleep too much watch too much television too fat not tall enough don't do exercise consume too much sweet junk food not ambitious enough over relax attitude don't now how to cook don't know how to clean don't know any house works like to argue with 3 tend to bully 1 view things negatively also...(blah blah blah blah.....on and on and on)....
[two hours later]
"2" : blah ....blah...blah.....blah....blah...............
Dp [can i give up?] : ~~~~~~
{Commercial break}
(same congregation, same church, same daddy priest, different room, different confessor)
"1" [eyes wide sweet innocent] : daddy priest i have si...
Dp [tire already] : its really really alright let's start with your confession...
"1" [worry worry] : pertaining to what has been happening lately...you know...like there exist some conflict...and then become worst...and then it's affecting everyone...and then...and then...i....like.....i......
Dp : yes?
"1" [eyes start swelling with tears] : i...i know....i know i shouldn't...but recently...recently...this is....this is....[on the verge of breakdown]...i...i....can't...
Dp [painc] : calm down my child. I am here to help you, tell me your problem.
"1" [completely lost it] : i don't want to go to hell! I don't want to go to hell!!!!
Dp [have to give up?] : ~~~~~~~~
{Commercial break}
(same congregation, same church, same daddy priest, different room, different confessor)
Sidekick [cool cumumber] : ---------
Dp [no words to describe weariness] : let's....let's just begin....
Sidekick [still cool cumumber] : -------------
Dp [really can't find any words to describe weariness] : you can confess now.
Sidekick [super cool cumumber] : ----------------
Dp [a little panic] : you....you may proceed...
Sidekick [ultra cool cumumber] : -------------------
Dp [weariness panic lost..whatever] : does that mean you have nothing to confess?
Sidekick [universe one and only super ultra cool cumumber] : --------------
Dp [??????] : ~~~~~~~~~
And that is how it goes on and on.....
"3" : must remember! Must remember! I am still so young and beautiful how can i be so forgetful so early stage of my still youngful life!!!! Senile is not in my dictionary!!!MUST REMEMBER!when!...when!!!...when!!..........
"2" : and then get angry too easily get depress too easily get excited too easily get anxious too easily get obsessed too easily give up too easily.........
"1" : idon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohell
idon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohellidon'twanttogotohell!!
Sidekick : .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ....... ........ ......... .......... ........... ............ ............. .............................................
[dp : lord, save me!!!!!..sob...sob...]
So end up....gang of confessors back from the jungle far far away...
"3" : end up wasted my time cracking my brain trying to figure out when is my last confession only to realise that i have never been for confession before. Blur me.
"2" : end up talking all my time away with nonsense that my throat sore and drank too much water and got to kept going to the toilet.
"1" : end up i cried till eyes swollen voice hoarse so tired and then falls asleep.
"3" : by the time recovered...
"2" : daddy priest gone..........
"1" : gone with the wind....
"3" : but this is quite interesting.
"2" : and refreshing.
"1" : new experience.
Sidekick *cough cough*
All 3 [excited..cos sidekick cough] : yes?
Sidekick : we must...
All 3 [oooh sidekick speak!] : YES?
Sidekick : really....
All 3 [sidekick talking to us!!!] : YESSSSSSS?
Sidekick : do this again.
All 3 : hmmm..........
And they all live happily ever after [except for daddy priest].
The end.......
In a jungle far far away...and i mean very far far away...even further than the above jungle...almost at the end of the world, there lives three evil witches, who are very powerful and can communicate through telepathy.
"1" : ..........?
"2" : *********
"3" : &&&&&&&&&&
"1" : ...?????
"3" : @@@@@@@
"2" : $$$$$$$$$
"1" & "3" : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then in a town although far away but not too far away from the jungle where the witches residence, there lives a martial art master, sidekick, who possessed psychic power and can overhead communication even through telepathy and happen to catches the above conversation between the witches, discover their evil plot and immediately proceed to inform the law enforcement officer aka "she".
Sidekick : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She : is it?
Sidekick : .......
She : ooooh!
Sidekick : *********&&&&&&&........
She : i see.
Sidekick : @@@@@@
She : and then?
Sidekick : $$$$$$$$$$
She : interesting interesting
Sidekick : ??????
She : let's confront the witches
And this is how everyone ended up at the jungle and the confrontation in the garden of good and evil goes like this :
"1" : ???????
Sidekick : !!
"3" : !!!!!!!!!!!
"2" : @##@##@@@@
She : is it?
"1" : ()()()()()()()
"3" : <><><><><><><><><>< "2" : {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{ Sidekick : [][][][][]()()()()<><><><><>
She : oooooooh
"1" : ```````````??????
"3" : ^^^^^^^^^^
"2" : =============
Sidekick : ???.........``````~~~~~~
She : i see i see
"1" : ~~~~~~~~~
"3" : ........$$$$$
She : and then?
"2" : *******~~~
She : interesting interesting
"1" : ... J
"2" : .... JJ
"3" : ..... JJJ
Sidekick : JJJJ
Everyone : sou desu ka!!!!!!
End up it's miscommunication due to too many telepathy wire being crossed up.
And then everyone lives happily ever after.
[like this also can? Hmmmmm]
The end.
What if scenario and would the characters be able to convert fairy tales into reality.
Would the 3 ever...
"3" [on the phone] : sidekick come back for dinner tonight. I have prepare a feast. Inform her too.
"2" : i am a vegetarian. I work out regularly. I have lost 10kg!
"1" : i have found a job!
And would she ever...
She : i am going to further my study. I have applied courses. Degree, master slam dunk with bachelor! I am a mathematic expert!
And finally would sidekick ever...
Sidekick : i am getting married.
Don't think anyone will live happily ever after.
The end.
The aftermath of everyone living happily ever after is that everyone is so happy till everybody forgot the most important opening!
"3" : she is right how could we!
"2" : so overjoyed that we actually forget!
"1" : goes to show how deprived of attention we are for the past week!
Sidekick : ......dun!
Don't mind don't mind, its still not too late, let's say it together then.
All 3, sidekick, she & me : today is the 26 April 2007!!!
[rigid rigid as everybody suddenly feel that something is not quite right]
[look left see right and then all saw.....]
"3" : who are you?
"2" : that right who are you?
"1" : why are you here?
She : how did you get in here?
Sidekick : dun!
Look left see right only then realise they are referring to me.
Me : you mean me?
All 3, sidekick & she : that right, you!
Me : what do you all mean? I am me! You all know me!
"3" : what do..
"2" : you mean...
"1" : we all...
She : know you...
Sidekick : dun!
Me : don't joke gals! It's me! It's me!
All 3, sidekick & she : ahhhh!!!! Masaka....
Suddenly the sky darken, thunder roar lighting flash rain pours the ground shake!!!!!
All of them are holding long knives in their hands!!!!!!
"3" : hehe..
"2" : hehehe...
"1" : hehehehe...
She : hehehehehe....
Sidekick : a......l....i...e....n..........
Me : ~~~~~ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Minnasan ittekimasu......
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
watashi no sakubun
[dun!! just now i already type everything out nice nice scully got network problem cannot post. lol]
second yr student now got to write three sakubun on each term.
i have written one so far. quite a simple one. but not so simple too cos now not only to write in hiragana but must also include katakana and kanji.
and the kanji although is chinese words but jap chinese words are all written in the old complicated style not our simplifed one.
so shock when after the first class test, saw that i make mistakes not on hiragana and katakana but in kanji!!!
imagine i got A1 for my "O" level chinese one wo.
if my chinese teacher saw will break her heart one lo. hehe
but at least got an A for my jap sakubun...hahahaaaa.
[PS...the sakubun look so beautiful when written down in hiragana and kanji. just imagine one year ago i don't even know any jap and now can write sakubun. wanna cry....huhuhu....]
jap version
title : watashi
Watashi wa shingapooru jin de, namae wa an hon kyao desu.
ginkou ni tsutomete imasu.
Kotoshi de watashi wa nineh nihongo no benyou o shite imasu. Ima nihon go ga hanaseru youni narimashita. Shikashi, amari yoku jouzu dewa arimasen. Haha wa ganbatte iru to itte imashita.
Kono goro shigoto ga isogashii desu kara, yasumi ga hoshii desu. Yasumi no hi wa doko e mo ikimasen. Taitei heya de benyou o shitari, terebi o mitari shimasu
Hon o yomu koto mo todemo suki desu . Manga ga hoshii desu. Suki na tabemono wa nihon ryouri desu. yoku oi to mei to san nin de ｢sakae｣ e ninhon ryouri o tabe ni iki masu.
Ryou ko ni itta koto ga arimasen. Nihon wa donna kuni ka wakarimasen kara, nihon e iki tai desu.
Sigo ni nihon go no benyou wa muzukashii desu ga, omoshiroi desu.
english version
i am singaporean and name is ang hong keow.
now working in a bank.
this is my second yr studying jap. am able to speak but not very well. mum said i should study hard.
recently work is very busy therefore wish to take leave. during rest day did not go anyway. usually stay at home and study or watch tv.
like to read book and wish to have lot and lot of manga. like to eat japanese food too. often went to [sakae] with niece and nephew.
never went for travel before so don't know wat kind of country is japan so wish to go there.
finally japanese language is difficult to study but its interesting.
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
nihon go ga mada jouzu dewa arimasen
It is very dangerous. Times like this that can either built an empire or ruin it. Can’t believe what those stupid egoism overflow bustard do or done or did. When did I become so indifferent to what that is happening to me? Don't even have the energy to argue or to think about it. Its like if this happen then ok with me. If it did not then ok too. I mean be frank what the use of worrying right? Small prawn like me…worry for wat. What is meant to happen will happen so leave these to others.
And then whenever I am in front of my pc I run out of things to say but once I get up and out of the chair then all those thoughts would be pouring into my brain till it seem that it would explode. So I would stare and stare at the blank white and too bright screen till my eyes hurts and swollen and then…something must be wrong.
Finally after much anticipation my dream, well only half of my dream, will come through. When that day comes I will not look back. I will sail towards where my destiny takes me and goodbye old life and hello new life. No matter what obstacles I will encounter from that day onward I will have to brace it and that time it would be my turn to say to those people 'fuck you' man.
It won't be long before someone will discover the truth or be shock by it. I mean harvesting it for some time now and when it did…man what mayhem it would cause. I deal in nitty gritty and I am greedy. Don't expect any charity from me. In my plan there won't be any salvation and everyone would be my slaves. What? You don't like it? Then fuck you! Don't tell me. I don't want to know. Why should I know? Go to hell man!
And then as each day passes by did I notice that something has indeed been changed and that it is not my imagination that causes these changes. Such is the depth of my disturbing mind and degrading mentality that I always assume that the everyday life and everyday encounter exist merely in my illusion world and all is only the product of my hallucination. Doubt seep through no matter how hard I try to convince that it is not doubt but reality. Where is my faith? I often said that I lost it. But fear to realise that maybe I don't even possessed it in the first place. How to measure faith? How to know that it truly exists? If I say that I believe in a God does that mean I have faith? But if I don't believe in this belief then do I not possess even a tiny bit of faith? If I do not have faith then the question is how I survive, so far, or into the future. Can I really believe that the future will come after today become yesterday and yesterday become history and soon history become distorted and take a leap into the category of mythology. How would you judge me on this then?
We thought we could do anything just because we can. If that is so then why not our creator, be it your God or my God or however many Gods out there who created each and one of us, make us fly? Give us wings. Give us supernatural power. Give us the gift of premonition of precognition. Why not? Why not make us superman and wonder woman since he or she has create us to be the superior of all animals. Why then he or she not makes us the superior of all creatures in the whole universe or galaxy? Indeed that is curious enough for us to ponder upon. Or has our egotism overly blown up till we believe that we, ourselves, mere mortals, are Gods ourselves. Can that be considered as faith? I believe so I have faith. And so whatever I believe, no matter how absurd it might seem gain me faith. I am God so I can do whatever I want? Does it make any sense to you?
God gave men a pairs of eyes and he gave women two breasts that block men's view. We should all forgive men for making stupid mistakes cos their vision are only the size of a woman's breasts. Men are doomed. They can't see beyond a woman breasts and they can't think beyond their penis. What kind of a God but a woman would create a creature that are suppose to be perfect yet throw in his path endless obstacles to prevent his advancement and make him look ridicule and foolish and ignorance and in the end the only beneficiary is God who would then be seen so perfect and oh so high almighty. God is a he? Maybe. God is a she? The possibility of that I would say is high…very high. Don't believe me? Take a look at the guy sitting next you. Walking evidence. What else do you need? No need for a storyline. No need to have any motive or drama. Our life is dramatic enough to last us through eternity. Who need that? You? Certainly not me.
Why is it that when people talk about their death, they always like to assume that they "will go to heaven" when their life expire. Why must everyone go to heaven? Why doesn’t anyone want to go to hell? Does heaven really means good and hell means badness. But in this world, this time and century that we are living in, how do we really differentiate between what is really good and what is really bad? And how many points do we have to score before we can safely progress to heaven and how low we have to get to be banished to hell. Take a look around. We are in hell! Is it so bad or is it any better. Heaven is hidden and tug in every corner of this world that we are living in but did anyone really went looking for it. Did someone actually wake up in the morning and realise and proclaim that he or she is in hell and then proceed to seek out heaven. No! We are in hell now and everyone knows it.
But we are comfortable with it. We are so comfortable in this situation, in this hell hole that some asshole are so unsatisfied that they wanted to turn hell into a black hole and let the whole world be suck into nothingness. They believe they are creating a better place for us to live in but first they have to kill to slaughter to destroy to demolish. Get rid of all only then there will be peace. But what is left when all is gone? When hell is gone, it takes away the little heavens as well. They don't know. They thought they are doing us a favour! I always thought that after crucified the son of God, human being couldn't get any lower then that, but the depth of human atrocities not only stun me speechless, it shame me into non existence. Human beings are not even fit to be called animals. Animals don't root their own species when they are killing, they don't stones their victim, they don't strip their victims of their dignity and pride and tormented them for pleasure and they don't toy and spit like we did on humanity.
What are we? Remember Satan. If we are anything at all, then I do believe that we are all children of darkness. We are Satan’s child not God.
If I didn't say anything, if I should keep quiet and whatever might happened later let them guess let them speculate let the rumours spread I am not around to bother anymore. Had a dream that is so real I began to doubt if my mind is playing tricks on me. When I go down who will lift me up. Who will stand by me and tell me that I would be love and nothing bad would happen to me. What to think when no matter where turns to, there is not even an exit sign available. Trap in this hell hole everyday repeating the same answer, I won't I won't I won't. To whom this is address to and to whom it has been received. Tie my hands behind my back I won't sin so I must be good and that how I die good.
Why do you still ask? When you knew that I would lie. To lighten the blow that is how I see it but deceived is how you would interpret. Why make it so complicate when simplicity is what he always intend for us to be.
Since when did I convert from die hard to accommodative? Since when I stop saying I won't to I might? Since when did I become soft hearted and started smiling instead of exhibiting sullen and forlorn all the time? Expect the world to revolve around me only to find myself spinning out of control. And the symptoms rushes crowding me when I yearn to be far from the madding crowds. Merely a mortal yet in my heart of hearts I always thought I am different thus would not confined myself to the daily routine of the others. To be the outsider of a world that has been destiny for me. How I do wish that this ain't so. But reality, sweet and sour and bitter, once bitten it left its mark and the poison seep deep. No antidote no remedy.
Try my best not to be cruel. Everyday planning my life and try damn hard for it to go the way it is suppose to be. No surprise. Surprises disturb peace and whack my schedule out of proportion and unnerve the heart. Clone myself and given it’s a new alien DNA and when the time come board the spaceship I will be gone no time to say bye bye I will residence at Mars but where would you be on judgement day?
Now I know what it means. When proclaimed that force to leave because have to breath don't want to stay and suffocate for no love is worth such sacrifice. Make any sense to you? When love to such extend of breathlessness of hearing the muscle tearing the heart expanding fearing it would explode but doing nothing to prevent its perish. No need to go for any training. Every word every rule written has already been known. Yet why is it so difficult to put it to use. Always afraid always hesitate no matter what others might say. I am the one who have to part the sea not them so what do they know. Try to have the courage but without a pair of hands I can hold on to or a shoulder I can lean everything seem impossible. Looking at him, staring till my eyes hurt and my heart breaks over and over. Knowing that nothing will come out of this infatuation yet persisted. Who say I need to? Who order this to happen? I am not mortal I won't dwell on such ridicule. Is that where all the holding back came from? I am not mortal I can't be hurt. When that happened, whoever did that, God bless him and whoever stood between.
I do nothing. I wait and see. Wait and see and by doing so I allow evil to triumph. I permit it to happen just as I authorised for so many others cruelty that has been imposed. Improvise is what others have to do to. Compromise is what they have to get use to. I make all rules and I sit back and wait for it to be carried out. Soon arrogant poison my heart and pride blinded my sight. Walking in the dark my hands touches foetus brushes corpses and the wetness on my hand upon taste is the tears and blood of the innocent victims. Coming out of the darkness we each senses the other presence on guard prepare for war. When challenge he whisper 'are you afraid of the dark' and in this instance I have known; in falling into darkness I have damned myself into the dark of all darkness. When it comes, it comes so swiftly so silently and so painlessly it took me a century to get to the truth. Are you afraid of the dark? Make the wrong move when I say 'I do'.
What the heck. Don't know what I am grumbling about or mumbling about all day. Couldn't have what I want. What I have I don't want. What the hell is this. See I say it again. What the hell. Actually what the hell is what the hell. I mean does it mean what is hell or what the big deal I am in the hell kind of what the hell or could it simply just mean what the hell like what the heck is just what the heck. Heck what. Head or tail. Stop thinking too much darling. Better still don't think.
And what about that. What about this. Who is going to taking care of the caring part if I don't care? Doesn't make any sense right? So eventually I ended up caring anyway. Perhaps the secret is to retard oneself. Only the crazy and insane is the bless one. Think they don't know anyway that they are dead to the world? Oh baby they do know. They are the one who sees through all the masks and camouflage and the truth of it all drove them mad. The rest of us, still living in deception and dreaming the dreaming of the impossible and refusing to accept what is already is. This world this universe was born evil and evil will roam as long as living things exist. We are that seed of doubt that demonic elements that corrupt this could be beautiful world. Hell mouth has been opened and we will die by jumping into it voluntarily.
And then declare let there be light to guide the lost lamp. Let there be love to nurse the tender heart. Let there be tears to wash away pain. Let there be happiness to compensate the sorrow and let there be morning to separate it from the dark so that while there is time where evil run loose there is also a time for righteous to triumph. So fair is fair equal is equal. About the pound of flesh that has been given, another equal pound will be taken; be it from you or your loves one. So do ponder whenever ask will you. After I do is an unchangeable aftermath which will be stuck on the notice board with no amendment.
Write in asking for early retirement don't care if there is any penalty charges or interest in lieu. Beg to reconsider to avoid tragedy but am told that one's existence is the tragedy. What can I say then? When decided that thyself is the error should be erase instead of lingering suffering till when fate get tire have enough no more fun and call back the transaction. So let go. Standing behind watch the figure lurch forward and the tiny cell falls and falls till whatever is left splash all over the ground. He says it’s not right. She asks why do it. I was caught speechless.
What should I tell? How should I tell?
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
anata no shumi wa nan desu ka
A typically normal morning...
In hougang
In a four room flat bedroom
Its 7.15am
Our lead character, irene ang the great aka shamarthini is standing in front of her cd player
Staring at an empty cd cover with such serious expression and intense concentration
Something bad happened?
You could say so because the most unthinkable tragic has occurred!
Her life has been turned upside down in mere seconds!
Staring at the empty cd cover, for the first time, irene finally understand how cruel life could be
Why must this happened, she screamed in her head.
This is not real, i must be dreaming
Yet the cruelty of all lies in front of her
She has, unknowingly for one whole day, misplace her orange range CD!
Not just any cd but orange range!
Her favourite orange range cd which she has to listen to every morning or else she will lose the purpose of living!
Yet now...yet now it was lost......lost!!!!!
And the most horrible of all is that she could not remember where did she lost it!
So she searched high and low...
In the drawer, in her bag, under the bed, on top of the bed
All in vain
Couldn't find still couldn't find
Therefore her morning was destroy before it even started!!
The end of the world!!!!
On the bus when she was listening to her shaman king soundtrack, she kept thinking of orange range
On the mrt when reading waqwaq comic, she still kept thinking of orange range
On the way to buy her breakfast, she was almost ready to cry as she couldn't forget orange range
In the mist of all these agony, irene felt another foreign chill seeping up her spine.
Suddenly she is afraid to go to the stall that she bought her breakfast every morning.
What is this? She think.
Its only a stall, why should i be afraid of the stall then?
She couldn't understand.
Even though she don't want to, her legs seem to move on its own and irene find herself walking to the stall
And come face to face with lots of baos
Previously the sight of all the baos will bring her such joy
But today she was filled with nothing but dread!
Why is it that today it is so hard to make a decision on which baos to buy.
This shouldn't be the case.
Just tell the aunty, irene think
It won't be that easy
A voice whisper
Chosen one
You
Chosen one
Hey who is speaking
Irene look left and right but nobody seem to be talking to her
Yet she did heard it
A voice whispering cloak and dagger predicting doom
Chosen one
There it is again
But before irene could speak out
She felt the surrounding darken
Suddenly there is an explosion follow by a blinding white light that engulf everything.
Irene opened her eyes, Heard a voice blooming
"choose"
Upon those word, she felt a warming sensation coming from her left palm
A white object appear
The same thing happened to her right palm
Staring at the two objects in her hands irene was lost.
"listen carefully", the voice said, " you are the chosen one. In your left hand is a chicken bao and in your right hand is a char sao bao. Whichever bao you choose will decide the fate of the earth and all living creatures existing within"
What? Irene become even more confused.
What it means by i am the chosen one? She question.
A bao will decide the fate of earth? Come on this is ridiculous.
"i know what you think. You must think that what power a bao can have to be able to decide the fate of earth. You must not take this lightly irene. If you chose a chicken bao, then char sao bao will become extinct and sixty five million years later, all you can see of a char sao bao is in a movie called "char sao bao park" produced by stephen Spielberg. The same will happen to chicken bao should you choose char sao bao. Remember that you carry the responsibility of all the baos on your shoulder. Please take this seriously and make the right decision. Do you want your fellow human beings to eat chicken bao or char sao bao for the rest of eternity."
Oh dear what should i do? Irene panic. Whatever decision i make, one of the bao will extinct. Why must i be the chosen one? Why must this kind of thing happened to me? Why couldn't i be the chosen one to win toto or 4D!
Oh how irene wanted to cry for she is felt lonely as there is no one to help her.
"you must decide soon irene. If you did not reach a decision in the next 24 hour, both baos will disappear and become extinct."
A deadline some more! Irene yelled.
But ... But... What should i do to make sure that i make the right decision? She asked.
Is there any hint a not, she beg.
"take the north east line", the voice instruct, "there you will meet "the 3" who will help you.
Hurry irene, god bless and may the power of the baos be with you"
With that, the light disappear and the surrounding return to normal.
Irene found herself in the toilet staring at the toilet bowl.
Phew, she was relieve. I must be dreaming, she think.
But wait, how come she is in the toilet. She should be on her way to work.
Looking into the mirror, her eyes widen till it almost pop out.
Through the mirror, she saw the reflection of the chicken bao and the char sao bao in her hands.
But when she look down, her hands are empty, she is holding nothing.
Yet when she look up into the mirror again, there it is. The two baos.
Irene could feel the power of the baos seeping into her hands.
I am not dreaming, She mumble…I am the chosen one, she whisper
Responsibility of the baos is on my shoulder
Previously she might be in shock and unable to comprehend the seriousness of the situation,
but now the reality of all start to sink in did she realize that she is in trouble! Irene become so scare
Wait, she calm herself, the voice did give her a hint. Take the north east line (why north east line she think. The fare so expensive.
Don’t know can claim a not) and she will meet "the 3".
Oh they must be the wise men, oooh perhaps they are wise super handsome young gorgeous boy boy.
The image of her surrounded by all those handsome young boys finally cheer her up.
Well, no time to waste, let buckle up and save the baos she decided.
With that irene pluck up her courage, take the first step out of the toilet and therefore embarked upon the journey to "save the baos!!!!!!"
PS.... If you find this very super extremely boliao, then you are right. Irene ang the great is doomed by the fact that she has surpassed her capability of being that boliao irene to become the very super extremely boliao irene. Some one call woodbridge!!!!
PS of PS...hmmmm thought this should be about the missing orange range but...why it become baos??
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
linkin park no album ga todemo hoshii desu yo
He lies to all. None was the wiser just a bunch of chain of fools. He came, he saw, he charmed and he conquer. He is the master till the end.
A mother slays her child to prevent the end of the world yet without knowing begin the first phase of Armageddon. The future came too late and dies in his mother's arm. Who say good always win and evil will tremble beneath it shadow. The price to pay never so great none could estimate so all underestimate and the tears that drop falls through the apparition that she could not even claim and the final world utter from his vanishing mouth break her heart and damn her soul.
Can you understand the pain; gravediggers digging way passed six feet and when abandon this huge cavity filled with water would collected nothing but flotsam and jetsam and occasionally a corpse would flow by and no matter how she yelled it will never be loud enough to reach heaven to reach his ear and so half way it shattered and falls and mixing with the rain filled and drown the heart.
Struggling to make sense to accept reality that what has been done cannot be undone yet failed and forever dwell in fantasy lost and doomed. Bystanders can only pity and even when they claimed they understand you can see in their eyes the uneasiness and guilt swinging alone side by side on a deserted playground. When the dog barks, the wolves’ answer instead seeming to say coming for you, we are coming for you!
They warned that the truth is better not known. But curiosity kills the cat and with unsteady hands pulls open the bag let it out and when regret it has already scramble away spreading its disease along the way. Thinking that she has chosen the right side upholding righteous only to be told that nothing was what it seem its all forgery nothing is genuine. Realising that the so called hero is nothing but a coward the fog lifted and when the truth came crashing down, it will be the final straw that break the camel back. Staring unbelievingly at the defeated figure who not so long ago dominated her life delivering so called justice that never seem so phoney and pretentious she planted the first seed for vengeance. Begging for forgiveness urging do you understand do you understand when all the while stunned as she was the only neon sign flashing burning red in her mind is: They knew! They knew!
Made a fatal decision innocent third party seek her out offering comfort and consolation to a heart in process of corruption and speeding towards the highway to a never ending obsession in administering the coup de grâce. Only realize that something was amiss when the hand upon the shoulder was shrug off and replying to his question of I wouldn't know what to do, the answer came, expressionless and toneless in the form of the mist of blood staining the wall and she said, but I do know what to do.
In order for one to survive, many must perish. Sacrifice has been made the only journey will be what lay ahead no turning back. If you don't believe it, its only because you couldn't accept that it could happened. The script has been amended the actors couldn't remember their lines and when the curtain lift, the audience stare at them they staring back till someone finally yelled 'wat up'. The villain, sitting among the angry crowd, munching an apple chucked at his own mischief. And because he look so human so innocent nobody knew that he is the culprit responsible for this hullabaloo.
Marching right into the demon den getting up close and personal face to face foes of century finally standing on the same line; filthy and sinister roll in blood. Lord of darkness Lord of files, in demonstrating my sincerity I bought you this…lump rolling leaving bloody trail behind and when finally still the children cheers.
When the last leaves falls blood will be spilled. That is the prophecy. Yet before it could be anticipated disaster already befalls on all. Countless graves, newly dug filled the cemetery. Rushing from funeral to funeral familiar faces brushes passed their shoulders almost touch. Less a few from this group add a couple to that group six degree of separation all ended up in the garden of remembrance hearing the monotonous chanting of ashes to ashes dust to dust. Silence broken when a child of six exclaimed real fun mum, real fun.
Got it? Got it?
Without sensation they called it numb. The skin broke and the bloods, soldiers marching in thin red line, crawl from the wound and drip on the floor. Ignore by the wounded smear by by-passer. Unforeseen circumstances when play out in another scenario with another type of actors it would be suck at greedily and disgustingly. Confined in the asylum is this group of widowers whose world are torn apart and forever covered in veil. Whispering their devastation in desperation demand falls upon deaf ear what they wanted to hear would never be deliver crying in vain. Dial up the psychic hotline instead of asking she kept repeating why asked when you already know the answer…why asked when you already know the answer.
The question of : how did it happened.
After it get so hopeless, after it get to the point of knowing no use kidding by saying tomorrow would be better, after corpses pile upon corpses litter and overflow every empty street corner, after the eyes cried till it blind, after the heart expire through excessive shock, after all of that, after every belief became disbelief, after faith became faithless, after each fairy tale ending got altered and ended with they suffered ever after, after each string of silver lining turn grey and then blacken and then vanish, finally gave up.
But persistent as she is, kept coming and coming. For once she had look upon this world that destroy her first and take a vow; never stop till the last breath has been taken the last drop of blood got soak up.
Turn of the century where the demons rules; she leading the pack.
Evil killed for pleasure, righteous killed in the name of justice. No matter who say what, blood will have to be shed. The villain could be the slayer, the villain could be the knight in shining armour. The villain forever dwelling in the grey area. Make me a proposal I couldn't deny, he leer, and salvation would be yours. None wanted the dice to be cast in that direction. Yet one did. Done deal.
Everything I do I rush through so I can do something else. So run run run. That's It? No, not that! Not that's it! It’s what. Its why. Its when. Its who. Its how. Its her holding tightly to the lifeless body rocking back and forth moaning : nonononononononononononononononono…NO!!!!
Its whose the winner and whose the looser. Its who you play against with.
Unable to comprehend suffocated by doubt hysterically crying: but we are fighting for justice trying to prevent the end of the world! Shouldn't that meant something! Shouldn't that meant something!
A poltergeist that happened to pass by, overhead this exclaimed couldn't help but laugh out loud and saying its which side you are standing on honey. And you are standing on the losing side. And that really did meant something wouldn't you say.
In this world, a human can be born with a foul demon heart. In another world a demon can be born with a human heart. Even though sympathize with this situation there are certain boundaries that couldn't be cross couldn't be meddle with, unfortunately this included. But harvesting a fool’s hope dreaming of the impossible visioning amity take a chance why not? Thus dragging what remaining humane he had discarding all warning sign crawl out of the sewage and trespassed into prohibited territory only to be slaughtered when sighted by a nerve cracking freshman first day on duty. The soldiers high five each others congratulate the green horn for a job well done. Unknowingly severing the last link between sanity and insanity. Any message that could be delivered burnt to ashes by this twist which once again proving that this game is always full of surprises. The sacrifice could only wait in despair for whatever would happen to happen.
While far far away high up in the tower, the red king smile and rest in peace counting down the days when trepidation would be unleashed once again.
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Thursday, April 19, 2007
