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I aspire to be able to draw like this person one day. :)
Monday, 21 May 2012
20120521
Hey!
What's up?
(I'm genuinely interested if you care to share, really.)
As for me, it's one week until end terms exam.
Lol. I did try to at least read some of the materials, though I slack more than actually pay attention.
So yeah, the reason I post today is because I want to share this song I recently encountered. Not exactly a new tune but really nice in ears, and I enjoy it very much. :)
(Pity I don't have a crush I could sing to, secretly! Lol)
Marit Larsen - If a song could get me you
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What do you think? I hope you like it too!
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Anyhow, due to my (epic and) avid tendency of avoiding studying I found myself in the midst of lots of thoughts lately. Especially during showers. (By the way! I really do believe that the waters is the perfect place to sort out your thoughts. I made a lot of my decisions when I'm surrounded by water. Try it! Showering, bathing, swimming, diving, anything that involves water! It really clears your mind. I think that explains why rainy days are very calming. Well, save for my extra slippery flipflops that make me extra careful when I walk around in the rain. Note to self: Purchase new pair of flipflops. Ahahaha, this is a long interlude.)
So, where was I, oh! You see, I usually read some fanfictions as bedtime stories, and I came across a story where the main heroine hated fantasy books. Thus, I formed an opinion on that and typed some quick notes on my phone. Here's what I wrote:
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What is your opinion?
Actually I have some other notes I wrote during the span of time as well, but I think this would be enough for today. *smiley face*
What's up?
(I'm genuinely interested if you care to share, really.)
As for me, it's one week until end terms exam.
Lol. I did try to at least read some of the materials, though I slack more than actually pay attention.
So yeah, the reason I post today is because I want to share this song I recently encountered. Not exactly a new tune but really nice in ears, and I enjoy it very much. :)
(Pity I don't have a crush I could sing to, secretly! Lol)
Marit Larsen - If a song could get me you
--
What do you think? I hope you like it too!
--
Anyhow, due to my (epic and) avid tendency of avoiding studying I found myself in the midst of lots of thoughts lately. Especially during showers. (By the way! I really do believe that the waters is the perfect place to sort out your thoughts. I made a lot of my decisions when I'm surrounded by water. Try it! Showering, bathing, swimming, diving, anything that involves water! It really clears your mind. I think that explains why rainy days are very calming. Well, save for my extra slippery flipflops that make me extra careful when I walk around in the rain. Note to self: Purchase new pair of flipflops. Ahahaha, this is a long interlude.)
So, where was I, oh! You see, I usually read some fanfictions as bedtime stories, and I came across a story where the main heroine hated fantasy books. Thus, I formed an opinion on that and typed some quick notes on my phone. Here's what I wrote:
Do you?
Do you know why I like fantasy books?
It's because they won't age.
No matter when you start reading them, you will never be too late to catch up with it.
I'm not saying that it'd be too late to peruse some books on a certain era. It's just that, sometimes, a sceptic person like me will cringe and frown at all the little information that doesn't match with what I know as fact, for all that we know, our 'fact' now might be seen as 'silly perception' to our future descendants who most likely will possess greater knowledge and technology that proved otherwise. Unless it was very well-written that the deviation might as well be perceived as irrelevant.
As you've noticed, or so I thought, I just claimed myself to be sceptic, and I still like fantasy books. The two might more commonly seen as a bit clashing. Indeed, it is. However, I'm also imaginative, as long as it's a fresh idea, and makes sense....in a way.
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What is your opinion?
Actually I have some other notes I wrote during the span of time as well, but I think this would be enough for today. *smiley face*
Monday, 14 May 2012
The Fight Club
Hey. How's there?
I'm writing again today.
I lied. I didn't stay for extra study session.
I didn't even attend class today.
I just stayed home and ate some microwave'd TV dinner. It think it tasted like plastic, a little.
I watched Fight Club today. It was a 1999 film with Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.
It was good, really. Slightly thrilling, but good.
Honestly. I recalled saying "this man is fucked up" for so many times, aloud. Well, at least I didn't scream or something. And I was alone in my room, so everything's good, I guess.
But really, he was fucked up. In a crazy, sorta cool(?) way?
Man, I'm fucked up for thinking he's cool.
I chose this poster because I like the soap.
Anyway. (Since this is an old movie, I'll just write the story down, OK? If you hadn't watched the movie and planned to do so, skip this part. Oh dear, this is long. I realised.)
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This movie was told mostly in a first person view, Edward Norton's view. His name was never mentioned in the film, ever. Or I didn't catch it, but whatever, I'll just call him Ed. So, Ed was your typical salary man working in a company. His job was to go all over places and to get the record of the accidents caused by the malfunctions of his company's vehicles. He had a normal life and lived in a 15th floor apartment. He had this strange hobby of collecting furnitures from IKEA? Not sure about that. He's also an insomniac, who had this in-and-out-but-not-sleeping-not-awake syndrome. He also mentioned that his father left him when he was six.
All in all, he was a sad man.
One day he went on and consulted with a doctor about how his life was a pain and whatnot thus asking for some medication. In response, the doctor had refused and nonchalantly told him about this testicular cancer meeting. (The place where the people with said cancer gathered and shared their own version of depression in hope to lighten up). So, he took up his advice, visited the group meeting and was surprised. He realised that he could just hug these people and let himself out. I meant, cry himself out. By doing this, he also found that he could actually sleep.
He was addicted by going to this kind of clubs and actually signed up a couple of weekly meetings: brain cancers, blood parasites, etc (can't remember more). This kept up for a while until one day, a woman showed up.
Marla Singer showed up, in every. single. meeting. he. attended. The "tourist" bothered him. He couldn't let himself out when he knew another faker was present. So, he decided to confront her and threatened to reveal her. And well, she threatened him back. Having no choice, he decided to split some of his meetings with her in hopes to be left alone, again. She agreed.
During one of his business trips, he met a man. Tyler Dunden. A soap maker, or so he said. Ed believed Tyler as "by far, the most interesting 'single-serving' friend (he) has ever met".
After arriving to his apparently inflaming apartment, the content of which has been blew out the 15th floor rendering nothing left for him, he decided to call Tyler (not before calling Marla first, without talking of course). He then met up with Tyler in a bar and Ed told him everything there. When they were about to get home, Tyler asked Ed to ask him if he would let him stay. Ed, although reluctant at first, asked and was accepted. Before they went to Tyler's home, Tyler asked Ed for one favour: to hit him as hard as he could in the face. Ed, of course, was perplexed by this and had to be pursue for a while before compelling to do so.
(Apparently, Tyler lived on this falling apart/run-down deserted house on Paper Road, where nothing worked...well. And also, Tyler had some boring...yet interesting jobs. He was a waiter at a high-class hotel, where he would either spit, urinate or, ahem, donate his sperm on the food. He was also a "projectionist", a person whose job was to cut the film rolls and replaced them with the next roll when the scene changes. He did this job because he could actually slip some of the adult single scene into a family movies. Tyler told Ed that his dad left him too).
Things (sorta) went downhill from there. Ed fought more often with Tyler during nights, did more crazy things at nights, and just had fun. People would watch them fight and sometimes join them. With taking turns, of course. Slowly, due to the popularity of their fights, Tyler and Ed decided to form a club: The Fight Club.
Soon before they knew it, fight club has members all over the places. Everyone was in the Fight Club.
Marla poked in, again. By calling to Ed's current house. Tyler decided to visit this woman and, well banged her. They were in that kind of relationship for quite some time. Tyler also strictly reminded Ed to never talked about him (Tyler) with Marla.
After a while, the detective who was investigating his burnt apartment called him, telling him that the cause of the flames was of a home-made bomb. Tyler, who was listening to the phonecall as well, implied that the police was putting the blame on Ed himself. Ed was furious that he started blabbering to the detective about how the case was the most important to him.
That night, Tyler decided that they're going to make some soaps to sell. Then they both crashed to the local liposuction clinic and took some of the human fat from the waste to turn into soaps. When they arrived home, Tyler did something crazy. He powdered Ed's right hand with lye (NaOH). A chemical which causes severe burns on human skin. Although Ed screamed and begged, Tyler insisted him to face the pain through a way, which is not a way of a dying person. To face the pain, actually. He mentioned that their fathers were the image of a role model, a godlike model to them. And their fathers had left them, what did that mean about God? That God had left both of them, that they're both unwanted. Ed, at the midst of his pain and sufferings, had accepted his view. Tyler then released him and poured his hand with vinegar as a relief.
After a morning of confrontation with his boss, and a phone call from Marla (with resulted in him, reluctantly did a breast examination to her) he met with his old friend of the testicular cancer meeting, Bob, who apparently had joined fight club as well and fought him. A few days later (I think), while having their usual club, two men barged in to their underground club and demanded all of them to leave. The man, who was the owned of the pub, was provoked by Tyler. Tyler continued his provocation, luring the man to hit him more and more, until his face was a whole bloody mess and resumed laughing in his maniacal laughter. The owner, frightened by Tyler's craziness, gave the club permission and fled.
Tyler then proceeded to calm down and 'assigned homework' for the members, asking them to pick a fight with a stranger, and they had to lose.
Ed, spoken in his narration, believed that most noemal people if provoked would try their best to evade fights. Soon after, Ed confronted his boss, and somehow blackmailed him with the records of fatal accidents caused by the malfunctions. Ed wanted full salary without him coming to work for all his life. The boss was not pleased by this and fired him, ordering Ed out of his office while he called the security. Ed got up and started punching himself. All the time asking the boss, "Why did you do this?" His boss, mouth agape and dumbfounded couldn't do anything but watch his underling hurting himself. Finally, after a bloody self-fighting, the security arrived to witness Ed kneeling in front of his boss begging him to stop hitting him.
Suffice to say, Ed got his full paycheck roll.
Tyler, on the other hand, gave out more and more 'homework' which involved the member in a series of vandalism: putting big posters of how gasoline could fertilise your land, feeding the birds a whole load of food so that they would crap on the cars in the morning, blowing up the electronic devices on the display, printing out airplane direction in which the passengers looked mortified, etc.
Tyler, during one of his night vandalism with Ed, decided to do one of the 'homework assignment' by 'sacrificing a human's life'. Ed was of course terrified by this and followed him to the back of a convenient store on which he found Tyler, holding a gun on a man's head. Tyler ordered the man to get his wallet out and analysed the content within. He read out some of the man's data and asked him about his school and his dream. The man, terrified to his socks, told him that he wanted to be a veterinarian. Tyler then finally let the man go but not after he threatened the man that if he wasn't on his way to be a vet in six weeks, he would hunt him down. Tyler then casually tossed his gun back to Ed, which was empty from the start.
The next day, Marla was visiting again, apparently, Ed asked her what she got by latching on a stronger person. Marla had shot him back the question on which Ed answered that it wasn't the same with him and Tyler (well without mentioning his name though, Tyler had warned him). She pressed Ed on what he meant by that. Ed was about to answer when he heard some drills and loud voices from their basement and was about to check them. Marla thought that it was one of his excuses to avoid answering kept pestering. Frustrated, Ed told her that the conversation was over. Marla was furious and left.
Ed then went downstairs to find that Tyler was setting up bunk-beds. Ed questioned him as to why they need bunk-beds when a doorbell rang. Tyler went up and saw a young man standing there with mattress and everything. Tyler then commented that he was too young to train and slammed the door shut. Tyler then ordered Ed to not let anyone in if they're too young, too old, or too fat unless they stayed there for three days with no food and no drinks. Sooner, more and more men came to their house and made the cut.
Undoubtedly, Tyler built himself an army. For what purpose, Ed had no idea at all.
Then one day, Ed came home and was greeted with sight of beer cans. Tyler explained that they were celebrating. Ed, confused as ever, went to the living room where the members were sitting in front of a TV. A moment later, the news reported a recent criminal act which involved two apartments getting burnt and green paints on the walls of the same building of the apartment. (Imagine the two burning apartment as eyes, and the green paints painted a happy smiley face on it) Ed was...I don't know what his feeling was.
Next, they went to this police force formal night dining convention where the police gave speech about the previous crimes and about how he's going to investigated about it. The members, sneaked in the dining place as waiters and cornered the commissioner in the toilet (they duct-taped him of course). They threatened to cut of his...balls off and other things if he ever tried to let them investigate. The commissioner, of course, agreed. After this, Ed was terribly regretful and sorrowful.
Afterwards, during their usual fight in the Fight Club, Ed punched, broke one of his members' face, maybe permanently. Ed had said that he "wanted to break something beautiful."
Tyler, Ed and three of the members then went to a car, which wasn't legally them and not retrieved by them personally, either. While they're driving Ed argued with Tyler, about why he didn't know about the plan, the vandalism, even though they had started the club together. Tyler calmly told him that it was "Project Mayhem" and that he was in it as much as he was involved. Tyler then did something crazy, he let go of the steer and said that Ed had too much control, and he had to let go. He had then asked all of them what they're regretting if they were to die now. The other members answered without falter while Ed hadn't figured it out. Tyler then buckled up, Ed and the other members followed. Indeed, they crashed.
The crash had resulted Ed to 'fall asleep' for a while and Tyler was shown leaving. When he woke up, Ed went on in his narration about how the house 'had become alive' and that so many people were now there. He didn't know anything about "Project Mayhem" and could do nothing about it. He believed that Tyler had 'dumped' him, the way his father did. On his porch, he met Marla, who visited and told her that Tyler wasn't there, that he had left. Marla was shock when she heard this and left. Ed, desperate and broken-hearted went back inside the house, hoping for no more disruption.
However, moments later, some of the members went back home with two shot people. One of the member explained that they were on 'two birds killed in one shot' mission when the police caught up with them and shot. One of the members shot, in the head, was Ed's old friend he met at the testicular cancer meeting. He was bummed out when someone said that they had to 'bury the evidence in the garden'. He yelled that the man had a name, "His name is Robert Paulson!" The members, one by one, in response began to chant the same sentence, again and again. Ed was troubled by this and went off to look for Tyler.
He went to a lot of different places, all based on the past plane tickets on Tyler's name he found. And to all of the places he'd been to, he knew that a fight club was near, but no one would tell him. They would all just told him the first rule of the fight club. When he finally arrived at a bar where he heard "his name is Robert Paulson", a bartender greeted him. Ed was confused that the bartender recognised him and pestered him on how he knew, on who he thought he was. The bartender, slightly nervous, had spoken.
"You are Mr. Durden."
Ed was shocked. (I was shocked) He quickly went back to his hotel and called Marla asking her if they had been in physical relationship. Marla angrily answered him and called him Tyler. Ed was shocked, again. Suddenly, Tyler appeared in his room, accusing him that he broke his promise of not ever mentioning Tyler to Marla. Ed demanded Tyler on why people thought he was Tyler. Tyler threw back his question and asked him to think why people would mistake him as Tyler. Flashes of screen when they did their 'homework' appeared to Ed, but in first person view, and he realised. He was Tyler Durden.
Tyler then explained on how he came into existence: Ed wanted to be Tyler. Everything he wanted to be.
Ed fell asleep again, which meant Tyler took control again. Ed found out that Tyler had made a series of phone-calls, specifically, phone-calls to the places which the "Project Mayhem" had folders of data about.
Ed met up with Marla who didn't want to see him. But Ed had to explain how she was in danger, Ed was sure of this because Tyler said she 'knows too much'. Marla, although in disbelief and anger, listened to him and left in a bus to where Ed didn't know.
Ed then got back to their home to find bathtubs with traces of Nitroglycerin. Ed then called all of the phones and found that every place was operated by the members.
Ed then realised that he couldn't do anything and submitted himself to the police. He explained all of the Project Mayhem's plans to blow up the buildings, especially the major credit cards' companies. The head officer then went out for some procedures and left Ed with some other officers. The officers then revealed that they're the members of the Project and that they were ordered to cut his manhood off if he ever leaked anything. Desperately, Ed struggled and freed himself while taking a gun with him.
He then visited one of the companies which were to be bombed and tried to knock his way in. Tyler appeared again, laughing at his attempt and questioning as to why he did so. Ed ran to the basement where he found a white van full of Nitroglycerin latched on a timer. Carefully, Ed removed the parts in effort to stop the bomb. Tyler taunted him and mentioned that there were 12 other buildings to be burned, what this would do to him, and that Ed couldn't possibly know which cable was to be pulled. Ed convinced Tyler that if Tyler knew the right cable, he would know, and did prove Tyler wrong.
They then fought afterwards in which Ed lost. Tyler then dragged Ed to a building where they could have the best view of the explosions. Ed then saw Marla who was dragged from the bus into the building by the members. Ed got into another argument with Tyler about Tyler being a hallucination. Tyler in return told him that that was what they wanted. Ed begged Tyler to stop, but Tyler refused to. Ed then saw the gun Tyler was holding. He then knew that he was the one who was holding the gun, and not Tyler. He then pointed the gun on his chin, Tyler started to feel agitated about this and reached him slowly, trying to offer truce. Ed however, proceeded to point his gun into his mouth and shot into his cheek, killing Tyler in process, while preserving his own life.
The members who had just reached the floor was shocked to see their leader with a gashing and bleeding gun wound on the face. Ed then ordered them to leave him and Marla alone, and convinced them that he was okay. Marla, furious as always, seemed to calm down a bit when he saw the gunshot on his face. A moment later they both the explosions started. Both he and Marla just stood there, hand in hand, as they witness the doom of the buildings.
The End.
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Gosh, I'm tired. I might post my thoughts some other time.
P.S. I watched Wild Child, Beauty and the Beast + The Princess and The Frog today, too.
Maybe I'll talk about them some other day.
I'm writing again today.
I lied. I didn't stay for extra study session.
I didn't even attend class today.
I just stayed home and ate some microwave'd TV dinner. It think it tasted like plastic, a little.
I watched Fight Club today. It was a 1999 film with Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.
It was good, really. Slightly thrilling, but good.
Honestly. I recalled saying "this man is fucked up" for so many times, aloud. Well, at least I didn't scream or something. And I was alone in my room, so everything's good, I guess.
But really, he was fucked up. In a crazy, sorta cool(?) way?
Man, I'm fucked up for thinking he's cool.
I chose this poster because I like the soap.
Anyway. (Since this is an old movie, I'll just write the story down, OK? If you hadn't watched the movie and planned to do so, skip this part. Oh dear, this is long. I realised.)
--
This movie was told mostly in a first person view, Edward Norton's view. His name was never mentioned in the film, ever. Or I didn't catch it, but whatever, I'll just call him Ed. So, Ed was your typical salary man working in a company. His job was to go all over places and to get the record of the accidents caused by the malfunctions of his company's vehicles. He had a normal life and lived in a 15th floor apartment. He had this strange hobby of collecting furnitures from IKEA? Not sure about that. He's also an insomniac, who had this in-and-out-but-not-sleeping-not-awake syndrome. He also mentioned that his father left him when he was six.
All in all, he was a sad man.
One day he went on and consulted with a doctor about how his life was a pain and whatnot thus asking for some medication. In response, the doctor had refused and nonchalantly told him about this testicular cancer meeting. (The place where the people with said cancer gathered and shared their own version of depression in hope to lighten up). So, he took up his advice, visited the group meeting and was surprised. He realised that he could just hug these people and let himself out. I meant, cry himself out. By doing this, he also found that he could actually sleep.
He was addicted by going to this kind of clubs and actually signed up a couple of weekly meetings: brain cancers, blood parasites, etc (can't remember more). This kept up for a while until one day, a woman showed up.
Marla Singer showed up, in every. single. meeting. he. attended. The "tourist" bothered him. He couldn't let himself out when he knew another faker was present. So, he decided to confront her and threatened to reveal her. And well, she threatened him back. Having no choice, he decided to split some of his meetings with her in hopes to be left alone, again. She agreed.
During one of his business trips, he met a man. Tyler Dunden. A soap maker, or so he said. Ed believed Tyler as "by far, the most interesting 'single-serving' friend (he) has ever met".
After arriving to his apparently inflaming apartment, the content of which has been blew out the 15th floor rendering nothing left for him, he decided to call Tyler (not before calling Marla first, without talking of course). He then met up with Tyler in a bar and Ed told him everything there. When they were about to get home, Tyler asked Ed to ask him if he would let him stay. Ed, although reluctant at first, asked and was accepted. Before they went to Tyler's home, Tyler asked Ed for one favour: to hit him as hard as he could in the face. Ed, of course, was perplexed by this and had to be pursue for a while before compelling to do so.
(Apparently, Tyler lived on this falling apart/run-down deserted house on Paper Road, where nothing worked...well. And also, Tyler had some boring...yet interesting jobs. He was a waiter at a high-class hotel, where he would either spit, urinate or, ahem, donate his sperm on the food. He was also a "projectionist", a person whose job was to cut the film rolls and replaced them with the next roll when the scene changes. He did this job because he could actually slip some of the adult single scene into a family movies. Tyler told Ed that his dad left him too).
Things (sorta) went downhill from there. Ed fought more often with Tyler during nights, did more crazy things at nights, and just had fun. People would watch them fight and sometimes join them. With taking turns, of course. Slowly, due to the popularity of their fights, Tyler and Ed decided to form a club: The Fight Club.
Soon before they knew it, fight club has members all over the places. Everyone was in the Fight Club.
Marla poked in, again. By calling to Ed's current house. Tyler decided to visit this woman and, well banged her. They were in that kind of relationship for quite some time. Tyler also strictly reminded Ed to never talked about him (Tyler) with Marla.
After a while, the detective who was investigating his burnt apartment called him, telling him that the cause of the flames was of a home-made bomb. Tyler, who was listening to the phonecall as well, implied that the police was putting the blame on Ed himself. Ed was furious that he started blabbering to the detective about how the case was the most important to him.
That night, Tyler decided that they're going to make some soaps to sell. Then they both crashed to the local liposuction clinic and took some of the human fat from the waste to turn into soaps. When they arrived home, Tyler did something crazy. He powdered Ed's right hand with lye (NaOH). A chemical which causes severe burns on human skin. Although Ed screamed and begged, Tyler insisted him to face the pain through a way, which is not a way of a dying person. To face the pain, actually. He mentioned that their fathers were the image of a role model, a godlike model to them. And their fathers had left them, what did that mean about God? That God had left both of them, that they're both unwanted. Ed, at the midst of his pain and sufferings, had accepted his view. Tyler then released him and poured his hand with vinegar as a relief.
After a morning of confrontation with his boss, and a phone call from Marla (with resulted in him, reluctantly did a breast examination to her) he met with his old friend of the testicular cancer meeting, Bob, who apparently had joined fight club as well and fought him. A few days later (I think), while having their usual club, two men barged in to their underground club and demanded all of them to leave. The man, who was the owned of the pub, was provoked by Tyler. Tyler continued his provocation, luring the man to hit him more and more, until his face was a whole bloody mess and resumed laughing in his maniacal laughter. The owner, frightened by Tyler's craziness, gave the club permission and fled.
Tyler then proceeded to calm down and 'assigned homework' for the members, asking them to pick a fight with a stranger, and they had to lose.
Ed, spoken in his narration, believed that most noemal people if provoked would try their best to evade fights. Soon after, Ed confronted his boss, and somehow blackmailed him with the records of fatal accidents caused by the malfunctions. Ed wanted full salary without him coming to work for all his life. The boss was not pleased by this and fired him, ordering Ed out of his office while he called the security. Ed got up and started punching himself. All the time asking the boss, "Why did you do this?" His boss, mouth agape and dumbfounded couldn't do anything but watch his underling hurting himself. Finally, after a bloody self-fighting, the security arrived to witness Ed kneeling in front of his boss begging him to stop hitting him.
Suffice to say, Ed got his full paycheck roll.
Tyler, on the other hand, gave out more and more 'homework' which involved the member in a series of vandalism: putting big posters of how gasoline could fertilise your land, feeding the birds a whole load of food so that they would crap on the cars in the morning, blowing up the electronic devices on the display, printing out airplane direction in which the passengers looked mortified, etc.
Tyler, during one of his night vandalism with Ed, decided to do one of the 'homework assignment' by 'sacrificing a human's life'. Ed was of course terrified by this and followed him to the back of a convenient store on which he found Tyler, holding a gun on a man's head. Tyler ordered the man to get his wallet out and analysed the content within. He read out some of the man's data and asked him about his school and his dream. The man, terrified to his socks, told him that he wanted to be a veterinarian. Tyler then finally let the man go but not after he threatened the man that if he wasn't on his way to be a vet in six weeks, he would hunt him down. Tyler then casually tossed his gun back to Ed, which was empty from the start.
The next day, Marla was visiting again, apparently, Ed asked her what she got by latching on a stronger person. Marla had shot him back the question on which Ed answered that it wasn't the same with him and Tyler (well without mentioning his name though, Tyler had warned him). She pressed Ed on what he meant by that. Ed was about to answer when he heard some drills and loud voices from their basement and was about to check them. Marla thought that it was one of his excuses to avoid answering kept pestering. Frustrated, Ed told her that the conversation was over. Marla was furious and left.
Ed then went downstairs to find that Tyler was setting up bunk-beds. Ed questioned him as to why they need bunk-beds when a doorbell rang. Tyler went up and saw a young man standing there with mattress and everything. Tyler then commented that he was too young to train and slammed the door shut. Tyler then ordered Ed to not let anyone in if they're too young, too old, or too fat unless they stayed there for three days with no food and no drinks. Sooner, more and more men came to their house and made the cut.
Undoubtedly, Tyler built himself an army. For what purpose, Ed had no idea at all.
Then one day, Ed came home and was greeted with sight of beer cans. Tyler explained that they were celebrating. Ed, confused as ever, went to the living room where the members were sitting in front of a TV. A moment later, the news reported a recent criminal act which involved two apartments getting burnt and green paints on the walls of the same building of the apartment. (Imagine the two burning apartment as eyes, and the green paints painted a happy smiley face on it) Ed was...I don't know what his feeling was.
Next, they went to this police force formal night dining convention where the police gave speech about the previous crimes and about how he's going to investigated about it. The members, sneaked in the dining place as waiters and cornered the commissioner in the toilet (they duct-taped him of course). They threatened to cut of his...balls off and other things if he ever tried to let them investigate. The commissioner, of course, agreed. After this, Ed was terribly regretful and sorrowful.
Afterwards, during their usual fight in the Fight Club, Ed punched, broke one of his members' face, maybe permanently. Ed had said that he "wanted to break something beautiful."
Tyler, Ed and three of the members then went to a car, which wasn't legally them and not retrieved by them personally, either. While they're driving Ed argued with Tyler, about why he didn't know about the plan, the vandalism, even though they had started the club together. Tyler calmly told him that it was "Project Mayhem" and that he was in it as much as he was involved. Tyler then did something crazy, he let go of the steer and said that Ed had too much control, and he had to let go. He had then asked all of them what they're regretting if they were to die now. The other members answered without falter while Ed hadn't figured it out. Tyler then buckled up, Ed and the other members followed. Indeed, they crashed.
The crash had resulted Ed to 'fall asleep' for a while and Tyler was shown leaving. When he woke up, Ed went on in his narration about how the house 'had become alive' and that so many people were now there. He didn't know anything about "Project Mayhem" and could do nothing about it. He believed that Tyler had 'dumped' him, the way his father did. On his porch, he met Marla, who visited and told her that Tyler wasn't there, that he had left. Marla was shock when she heard this and left. Ed, desperate and broken-hearted went back inside the house, hoping for no more disruption.
However, moments later, some of the members went back home with two shot people. One of the member explained that they were on 'two birds killed in one shot' mission when the police caught up with them and shot. One of the members shot, in the head, was Ed's old friend he met at the testicular cancer meeting. He was bummed out when someone said that they had to 'bury the evidence in the garden'. He yelled that the man had a name, "His name is Robert Paulson!" The members, one by one, in response began to chant the same sentence, again and again. Ed was troubled by this and went off to look for Tyler.
He went to a lot of different places, all based on the past plane tickets on Tyler's name he found. And to all of the places he'd been to, he knew that a fight club was near, but no one would tell him. They would all just told him the first rule of the fight club. When he finally arrived at a bar where he heard "his name is Robert Paulson", a bartender greeted him. Ed was confused that the bartender recognised him and pestered him on how he knew, on who he thought he was. The bartender, slightly nervous, had spoken.
"You are Mr. Durden."
Ed was shocked. (I was shocked) He quickly went back to his hotel and called Marla asking her if they had been in physical relationship. Marla angrily answered him and called him Tyler. Ed was shocked, again. Suddenly, Tyler appeared in his room, accusing him that he broke his promise of not ever mentioning Tyler to Marla. Ed demanded Tyler on why people thought he was Tyler. Tyler threw back his question and asked him to think why people would mistake him as Tyler. Flashes of screen when they did their 'homework' appeared to Ed, but in first person view, and he realised. He was Tyler Durden.
Tyler then explained on how he came into existence: Ed wanted to be Tyler. Everything he wanted to be.
Ed fell asleep again, which meant Tyler took control again. Ed found out that Tyler had made a series of phone-calls, specifically, phone-calls to the places which the "Project Mayhem" had folders of data about.
Ed met up with Marla who didn't want to see him. But Ed had to explain how she was in danger, Ed was sure of this because Tyler said she 'knows too much'. Marla, although in disbelief and anger, listened to him and left in a bus to where Ed didn't know.
Ed then got back to their home to find bathtubs with traces of Nitroglycerin. Ed then called all of the phones and found that every place was operated by the members.
Ed then realised that he couldn't do anything and submitted himself to the police. He explained all of the Project Mayhem's plans to blow up the buildings, especially the major credit cards' companies. The head officer then went out for some procedures and left Ed with some other officers. The officers then revealed that they're the members of the Project and that they were ordered to cut his manhood off if he ever leaked anything. Desperately, Ed struggled and freed himself while taking a gun with him.
He then visited one of the companies which were to be bombed and tried to knock his way in. Tyler appeared again, laughing at his attempt and questioning as to why he did so. Ed ran to the basement where he found a white van full of Nitroglycerin latched on a timer. Carefully, Ed removed the parts in effort to stop the bomb. Tyler taunted him and mentioned that there were 12 other buildings to be burned, what this would do to him, and that Ed couldn't possibly know which cable was to be pulled. Ed convinced Tyler that if Tyler knew the right cable, he would know, and did prove Tyler wrong.
They then fought afterwards in which Ed lost. Tyler then dragged Ed to a building where they could have the best view of the explosions. Ed then saw Marla who was dragged from the bus into the building by the members. Ed got into another argument with Tyler about Tyler being a hallucination. Tyler in return told him that that was what they wanted. Ed begged Tyler to stop, but Tyler refused to. Ed then saw the gun Tyler was holding. He then knew that he was the one who was holding the gun, and not Tyler. He then pointed the gun on his chin, Tyler started to feel agitated about this and reached him slowly, trying to offer truce. Ed however, proceeded to point his gun into his mouth and shot into his cheek, killing Tyler in process, while preserving his own life.
The members who had just reached the floor was shocked to see their leader with a gashing and bleeding gun wound on the face. Ed then ordered them to leave him and Marla alone, and convinced them that he was okay. Marla, furious as always, seemed to calm down a bit when he saw the gunshot on his face. A moment later they both the explosions started. Both he and Marla just stood there, hand in hand, as they witness the doom of the buildings.
The End.
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Gosh, I'm tired. I might post my thoughts some other time.
P.S. I watched Wild Child, Beauty and the Beast + The Princess and The Frog today, too.
Maybe I'll talk about them some other day.
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Happy Mother's Day!
Hey there.
First of all, Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world! :)
Wow. This is a record to me. Posting everyday?
Hm. Maybe I'm just that bored. I need to find something to do, should I?
Or perhaps I'm avoiding my obligation to study way too much. Too much.
I seriously should get starting by now, since I got no clue on the modules. ...maybe a bit, here and there, but definitely not the whole picture.
Therefore, I decide to stay at school for some extra study tomorrow.
Anyway, today I went to McDonald to have my lunch, nothing interesting happened. Then I went to Cold Storage to buy some....supplies, for the lack of words.
Yesterday (I ditched class, which is beside the point, but I feel like writing it down here), I had a long long conversation on the phone with a friend of mine. It really has been a while since I last talked to him. He talked to me about his crush lol, and I helped by suggesting a way to ask her out (for a date, or an almost date?). I'm afraid I couldn't reveal much of the information here. :p
We talked for a while, one hour or so. But sadly, I have to admit, maybe it's my awkwardness or perhaps his, I felt that we can't really chat like the past any more. There was some awkward silence at some point during our conversation. Maybe it's because we're not in the same school any more? I hope it's only my feeling.
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By the way, I've also realised one thing: I sometimes push my friends (of whether too hard or not is not mine to answer) to pursue the things they like or love. Especially those whom I see much potential within. I will not grow tired of pestering them, maybe to the point that they get annoyed by me. Which is fine by me as I really would love to see those people, who got real talent, real heart, to reach what they desire. It's just so frustrating that I can't help much, sometimes. The resources I possess often offer insufficient aid for them. It's one of my greatest regret, really.
I do believe in them.
Ergo, I will not stop pestering. :D
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I hope this post isn't too long yet, because I found a song today when I listened to the radio today. I sorta like it. I believe it's of soul genre. I find it relaxing. :)
Corinne Bailey Rae - Your Love is Mine
First of all, Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world! :)
Wow. This is a record to me. Posting everyday?
Hm. Maybe I'm just that bored. I need to find something to do, should I?
Or perhaps I'm avoiding my obligation to study way too much. Too much.
I seriously should get starting by now, since I got no clue on the modules. ...maybe a bit, here and there, but definitely not the whole picture.
Therefore, I decide to stay at school for some extra study tomorrow.
Anyway, today I went to McDonald to have my lunch, nothing interesting happened. Then I went to Cold Storage to buy some....supplies, for the lack of words.
As for the rice cracker...I'm too lazy to draw the whole package lol. Anyway, I also bought some bananas, speaking of which I need to finish the fruit real fast as it'll rot very soon if I don't. I bought yoplait strawberry yoghurt, because they don't have the blackberry ones, crab onigiri, sake sushi, body soap, and Koko Krunch cereal!
...why am I listing my shopping items here?
I really need to find something better to do.
--Yesterday (I ditched class, which is beside the point, but I feel like writing it down here), I had a long long conversation on the phone with a friend of mine. It really has been a while since I last talked to him. He talked to me about his crush lol, and I helped by suggesting a way to ask her out (for a date, or an almost date?). I'm afraid I couldn't reveal much of the information here. :p
We talked for a while, one hour or so. But sadly, I have to admit, maybe it's my awkwardness or perhaps his, I felt that we can't really chat like the past any more. There was some awkward silence at some point during our conversation. Maybe it's because we're not in the same school any more? I hope it's only my feeling.
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By the way, I've also realised one thing: I sometimes push my friends (of whether too hard or not is not mine to answer) to pursue the things they like or love. Especially those whom I see much potential within. I will not grow tired of pestering them, maybe to the point that they get annoyed by me. Which is fine by me as I really would love to see those people, who got real talent, real heart, to reach what they desire. It's just so frustrating that I can't help much, sometimes. The resources I possess often offer insufficient aid for them. It's one of my greatest regret, really.
I do believe in them.
Ergo, I will not stop pestering. :D
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I hope this post isn't too long yet, because I found a song today when I listened to the radio today. I sorta like it. I believe it's of soul genre. I find it relaxing. :)
Corinne Bailey Rae - Your Love is Mine
Saturday, 12 May 2012
20120511
Sup?
I've been posting a lot lately, haven't I?
Anyway today I went to watch movie with some of my friends.
We originally planned to watch The Avengers..since practically everyone talks about it and praises it so much and I get curious about the film. Alas, due to its popularity, the only seats left are either those of right in front of the screen or the ones on the sides, which also are conveniently placed right in front of the screen too.
Since we (or at least some of us) have experienced the wonderful time when we chose such places, we denied.
Thus, we went and watch Dark Shadows instead.
Dark Shadows is a Tim Burton film based on a 1970s TV gothic-horror drama series with the same title. However, this 2012 adaptation isn't quite horror and they added comedy into this movie as well.
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For those who don't know what Dark Shadows is about (not much spoiler...I suppose?):
It's about a witch, who out of her tragedy unrequited love of a man called Barnabas Collins, killed his parents, placed a curse on the man which renders everyone he romantically loves to leap to their death, and finally, condemned him to be a vampire. She then led the townspeople to confine him in a coffin and bury him. Barnabas, who was released accidentally two centuries later (1972), was confused of his changed environment and decided to pay a visit to his old home to find his somehow dysfunctional descendants. And thus, he decided to help restoring the Collins family back to their glory like the old days. The witch, of course, was not pleased.
And let the story begin..
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I'm not good at summarising, but I hope the paragraph above will help.
I love the casting. Really.
Johnny Depp? Helena Bonham Carter? And Chloe Grace Moretz?
I laughed when I discovered their names during the opening credits. I was really sure this movie is going to kick ass. They did act amazingly.
In addition, the witch, who was played by Eva Green, was excellent.
I loved her act. So amazingly wicked and evil, yet so desperate for Barnabas' heart.
I'm in love with the whole atmosphere, so gothic and dark. The setting, the Collins' home was grand. Typical Tim Burton, I suppose.
Johnny Depp's lines were wonderful. His cheesy ancient pickup lines especially, was superb, I giggled too much during this. (But you got to admit, if someone used one of those archaic pick-up lines on you, you'd melt, no joke.) By the way, Johnny Depp looked so young in his first scene as Barnabas (during his adulthood, of course) that I thought he was some JohnnyDepp-lookalike.
Overall I love all of this.
Yet, there is a major disappointment in the storyline. I mean, yeah, I did enjoy seeing the obsolete Barnabas trying to catch up with the trail of time. And some of the humours as well.
But I'm still disappointed. I honestly muttered "What the fuck, that's all?" during the finale. It was so absurd and vacant. And what exactly happened? It was as if it's a quick sweep under the rug to wrap everything up.
Really?
Man, that's the only down point I could think of.
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Anyhow, I've got end term finals coming up in less than 20 days and as usual, I have yet to prepare. I think I might start to read some...stuffs.
I guess that's all for today. I'm sleepy. No doodle, I guess. I might add one tomorrow?
Friday, 11 May 2012
20120510
Hello.
As you can see, I've posted quite a long extract of a story yesterday.
It was actually a midnight rush of imagination. I was on the verge of slumber when I was startled awake. Thus the weird sequence, logic and all. Hehe.
Anyhow, just now while I was eating cup ramen and thinking back to a conversation I had earlier with a friend, I have this sudden thought.
A sentence just appeared in my mind out of nowhere.
"Why do we, as humans, cling to something whilst knowing that it won't last?"
There's at least one thing that we all feel possessive about. Be it love, friendship, passion, an item, or anything.
But let's be frank. By the time comes, everything is going to fade. Most commonly, these 'things' will fade, even before our existence do.
So why? Why bother at all? Is this because we need something to believe in? Something that convinces us that though our existence is short, it's not tasteless?
Stupid questions, I know.
Just feel like writing it down, that's all.
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While browsing through my old folder of music, I stumbled upon this song. :D
I sorta like it, so I thought I might as well share it. Not a new song, however.
Better than Erza - Turn Up the Bright Lights
As you can see, I've posted quite a long extract of a story yesterday.
It was actually a midnight rush of imagination. I was on the verge of slumber when I was startled awake. Thus the weird sequence, logic and all. Hehe.
Anyhow, just now while I was eating cup ramen and thinking back to a conversation I had earlier with a friend, I have this sudden thought.
A sentence just appeared in my mind out of nowhere.
"Why do we, as humans, cling to something whilst knowing that it won't last?"
There's at least one thing that we all feel possessive about. Be it love, friendship, passion, an item, or anything.
But let's be frank. By the time comes, everything is going to fade. Most commonly, these 'things' will fade, even before our existence do.
So why? Why bother at all? Is this because we need something to believe in? Something that convinces us that though our existence is short, it's not tasteless?
Stupid questions, I know.
Just feel like writing it down, that's all.
--
While browsing through my old folder of music, I stumbled upon this song. :D
I sorta like it, so I thought I might as well share it. Not a new song, however.
Better than Erza - Turn Up the Bright Lights
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Escape.
Recently I've been having a lot of dreams. I hate it.
For most of the dreams offer alternate realities.
Clear blue skies with occasional puffy clouds. Clean air which smells faintly like wet grass. At times calm breeze visits and caresses me softly. And there's Chase, sitting right beside me, smiling. His cheerful innocent smile.
It's calming.
Which is just plain silly.
I open my eyes and slowly take in my surrounding. Same old dirty ceiling. Faint noises indicating the presence of beings asleep around me. On my left is Gill, sound asleep as usual.
I turn my sight towards the little ventilation on the opposite of me. The slightly orange light tells me that it is still dark outside.
I slowly get up to a sitting position before stretching a bit. Suffice to say, however little hours of staying still in a cramped place would agonise your muscles. Careful not to step on others' limbs or faces, I make my way to our wardrobes.
3174...3175...3176.
I open the old dresser and flinch at its squeak. I pause and look back. Thankfully, none of the other occupants seems to be disturbed by this. I look back at the wardrobe's lower right hinge and make a mental note to oil it later.
I take out my thin jacket and wrap it against myself. Crouching down, my right hand slips into the piles of fabrics and feels for the little metal. I found it the other day when I was on my way back from the Hole. I'm not sure how I managed to not get arrested for "unrightfully having in possession of the Polar". Little Polly was canned for keeping a heart shaped rock she found while mining. The image of her little body in a pool of blood and her voice of begging were burned permanently into my brain. It was too awful to witness. Too gruesome.
I close the wooden door and creep my way to the sole door in the room. It is locked. And with high-tech alarm system, no doubt. It is too troublesome and risky to try figuring how to unlock it...the ordinary way. I place my fingers on the left part of the door, where the hinges are. I slide my finger up to where the upper hinge reside and lean my right ear on its cold metallic surface. Slowly twisting the secret knob, I carefully listen to the familiar soft whirs it causes. After a little more than a minute, it makes a tiny click sound.
Smiling to myself, I push the huge piece of steel until I could peek at the surrounding area. As expected, the guards trust this piece of steel too much that no single soul is there. I turn upwards to take a good look at the sole camera in front of the door. I'm really thankful the camera isn't made with a motion detector. It still has blind spots. I count to myself in sync of its turns.
Beads of sweat starts to form at my forehead as I got ready for my dash.
My mind screamed 'now!' and I dash out madly and away from the camera's view. I lean against the walls to catch my breath. I must have looked very silly from a distance. The thought makes me softly chuckle to myself. I'm going to be caught one day and I'll probably be skinned alive or something.
But maybe dying is better.
With my back still on the walls, I move towards the west side of the area. The only 'green' place in the whole area, which is a total opposite of the east. The Porters live in the east side, whilst us, the chattels, live in the southern west of the island. The fact that the nature still exists in Polars' reach comes out peculiar to me since the Polars practically created everything artificial as substitute.
I shrug off the thought and remind myself that I'm here to relax. That nothing else matters while I'm here. I sit down and look at all the wonderful greeneries and flowers in front of me. I sigh contentedly as I wrap my hands around my knees.
I wonder what these flowers are called as.
My eyes dart towards the little move in the shrubs and anticipate myself for the intruder. I was ready to make my run when a little raccoon peeks at me. I let out a relief sigh and smile at the little guy.
"Out for a walk too, little guy?"
I relax more as I place my hands on the ground behind me and shift my weight backwards. I look up to see a perfectly dark sky and a small but perfectly round moon. It was an artificial sky. The Portals love to be on control of everything. There are no stars. Then why do they place a moon here?
"I wonder how the real sky look like."
"Do you want to leave?"
I'm startled by the additional voice. I look around frantically in search of the source.
Shit. If I'm found out, I'm dead. Way beyond dead. This time for real. I'm going to die.
"Calm down. I'm in front of you."
I respond to the voice and turn back to my front. The same raccoon is looking at me with its beady eyes. I'm sure there is no other presence than this guy. I frown to myself at the absurdity. Maybe I'm imagining things.
The raccoon sighs and continues, "Look. This is not going to be easy to explain, so don't ask. But let me repeat my question....Do you want to leave?"
I gape as I witness the furball talk. I try to make this as sound as possible. Maybe it's an engine? A machine? A spying robot? But if this really is a robot, he should have sent the report in by now and not talking to me! Besides what did he ask? Me? Leaving? This must be another stupid dream. Or I must be a complete lunatic right now. The furry taps his left foot impatiently as I gawk more at him.
"What? Speak. Are you dumb?"
"A-a t-talking raccoon!"
He frowns, "I'm not a raccoon. This is only a temporary look, okay. Ignore this please."
"A-a t-talking raccoon offering me a way to leave! I must really have hit my head hard. This must be a dream. This is crazy. This is simply impossible."
The raccoon hisses and makes his way to me. I could only watch it for all I know if I try to escape he will probably notifies the Polars. And I will bid goodbye to my nightly escapades. Heck I might as well bid goodbye to the world. The next thing I know is pain.
"Ouch! What the hell! Why did you do that!" He scratched me!
"To ensure you that this is real."
So perhaps, he might be a truthful being. Not a machine, but a creation of the mother nature. However, I'm still sceptic to take all this in seriously. How can I know he's not a deceit? "Okay," I start carefully, "prove me that I could believe you and you're not a figment of my imagination!"
The raccoon sighs again, "If you still think that I'm a mere illusion, I have no way to prove anything to you." He pauses and looks me in the eyes, "Consider this. Do you really want to stay here? Don't you want to know how the outside world look like? Are you really willing to go back? And most importantly: Do you have anything to lose if you leave?"
My mind had answered every single question of his almost immediately without hesitation. No, Yes, No. No. Although I would tell myself that I had lost hope of escaping long ago, I had always known, there is light, although dim and shaky, that still believes. I'm silent for a whole minute before answering, "What do you want in return?"
The raccoon grins showing his pointed teeth, "Smart girl, aren't we? I will ask for my payment after I help you. And you won't escape without paying even if you tried to."
"...as long as it doesn't involve in forever bond or slavery."
The raccoon beams at me, "I assure you it won't be."
"Okay."
"Good! Shall we go now? Or do you want to grab some things first?"
"No, I'm good, I think."
"Marvellous. Follow me."
I stand up and follow the little figure as he leads our way into the greens. I had never dared go further than my spot for I would have no chance if I were to acquaint myself with the beasts and creatures that lurk beneath the beautiful nature.
Now that I have the chance to take a good look, I start to analyse the area. As far as my sight, I could only see tall trees whose barks are about 30 metres wide in diameters. On the floors spews up occasional mushrooms, the kinds of which I have never seen before. Mosses cover the terrain making it quite a slippery path.
If I'm not mistaken I thought I rememb-
I stop, "Wait."
The raccoon turns towards me. "There are cameras inside the forest."
"Oh. It has been taken care of."
"What?"
"I said I had taken care of the cameras."
"I heard you the first time. How?"
The raccoon opens his mouth and closes it again, "Well... I'm good with electronics." he says that without looking at me.
I squint at him in disbelief.
"Come on. Let's move. The dawn's breaking."
I could really still turn back. I have taken note of the turns we've made in case something went horribly wrong. I really still could.
But I don't want to.
As I ponder about my decision, we go deeper and deeper into the forest. I never knew the forest is this deep.
"We're here."
I halt my step and saw an ordinary looking tree in front of us.
"We've arrived...at a tree." I hesitate and circle around the tree. Maybe in some of its crook hid something special, or maybe it has an extraordinary shape, or maybe it's a machine, or something!
But really, all I could see is a painfully ordinary tree. A not-too-old-not-too-young tree.
"Are you done with your silly judgemental mind?"
I turn towards the raccoon, "Are you sure there's something special of this tree? I faintly recalled we passed by a few dozens that look exactly like this one."
The raccoon clucks his tongue. I didn't know if raccoons could do that commonly.
"It was called a perfect camouflage. If we were to place it in an easily recognised item, we would be found out."
His reason makes sense to me. "So..how are we going to escape again?"
The raccoon grins his toothy grin and says, "Impatient much? Watch."
He then lifts his paw and aims it at the tree. He closes his eyes in what seemed to be concentration. Slowly, soft green little lights are formed on his paw. The little lights gather into floating alien scripts and began to spin in fashion.
I'm really trying my best not to freak out. This might be by far the craziest dream or illusion I've had so far.
I watch closely as the spinning lights spin faster before the raccoon takes his paw away and looks to me. The spinning lights had carved a door in the tree.
"Are you ready?"
I gulp, "F-For what?"
The raccoon chuckles and answers, "For freedom, of course."
"I-I..."
The raccoon keeps looking at me in amusement, "I'll try my best to explain everything after this." He puts his paw on the door and pushes it. I could see more of the lights, but in neon blur. The light is almost blinding that I had to turn away from it.
"Oh, just close your eyes as we go. Come on." The raccoon bows in courtesy of a gentleman, "Ladies first."
My heart is beating fast. I'm not sure about everything, yet I'm excited, though a tiny bit of afraid, I inch forward. I slowly take my step, one at a time. I don't want to trip on my way, after all.
I squeeze my eyes hard as I step into the blinding lights.
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If you haven't realised it by now, let me make this clear: This is a fiction story.
For most of the dreams offer alternate realities.
Clear blue skies with occasional puffy clouds. Clean air which smells faintly like wet grass. At times calm breeze visits and caresses me softly. And there's Chase, sitting right beside me, smiling. His cheerful innocent smile.
It's calming.
Which is just plain silly.
I open my eyes and slowly take in my surrounding. Same old dirty ceiling. Faint noises indicating the presence of beings asleep around me. On my left is Gill, sound asleep as usual.
I turn my sight towards the little ventilation on the opposite of me. The slightly orange light tells me that it is still dark outside.
I slowly get up to a sitting position before stretching a bit. Suffice to say, however little hours of staying still in a cramped place would agonise your muscles. Careful not to step on others' limbs or faces, I make my way to our wardrobes.
3174...3175...3176.
I open the old dresser and flinch at its squeak. I pause and look back. Thankfully, none of the other occupants seems to be disturbed by this. I look back at the wardrobe's lower right hinge and make a mental note to oil it later.
I take out my thin jacket and wrap it against myself. Crouching down, my right hand slips into the piles of fabrics and feels for the little metal. I found it the other day when I was on my way back from the Hole. I'm not sure how I managed to not get arrested for "unrightfully having in possession of the Polar". Little Polly was canned for keeping a heart shaped rock she found while mining. The image of her little body in a pool of blood and her voice of begging were burned permanently into my brain. It was too awful to witness. Too gruesome.
I close the wooden door and creep my way to the sole door in the room. It is locked. And with high-tech alarm system, no doubt. It is too troublesome and risky to try figuring how to unlock it...the ordinary way. I place my fingers on the left part of the door, where the hinges are. I slide my finger up to where the upper hinge reside and lean my right ear on its cold metallic surface. Slowly twisting the secret knob, I carefully listen to the familiar soft whirs it causes. After a little more than a minute, it makes a tiny click sound.
Smiling to myself, I push the huge piece of steel until I could peek at the surrounding area. As expected, the guards trust this piece of steel too much that no single soul is there. I turn upwards to take a good look at the sole camera in front of the door. I'm really thankful the camera isn't made with a motion detector. It still has blind spots. I count to myself in sync of its turns.
Beads of sweat starts to form at my forehead as I got ready for my dash.
My mind screamed 'now!' and I dash out madly and away from the camera's view. I lean against the walls to catch my breath. I must have looked very silly from a distance. The thought makes me softly chuckle to myself. I'm going to be caught one day and I'll probably be skinned alive or something.
But maybe dying is better.
With my back still on the walls, I move towards the west side of the area. The only 'green' place in the whole area, which is a total opposite of the east. The Porters live in the east side, whilst us, the chattels, live in the southern west of the island. The fact that the nature still exists in Polars' reach comes out peculiar to me since the Polars practically created everything artificial as substitute.
I shrug off the thought and remind myself that I'm here to relax. That nothing else matters while I'm here. I sit down and look at all the wonderful greeneries and flowers in front of me. I sigh contentedly as I wrap my hands around my knees.
I wonder what these flowers are called as.
My eyes dart towards the little move in the shrubs and anticipate myself for the intruder. I was ready to make my run when a little raccoon peeks at me. I let out a relief sigh and smile at the little guy.
"Out for a walk too, little guy?"
I relax more as I place my hands on the ground behind me and shift my weight backwards. I look up to see a perfectly dark sky and a small but perfectly round moon. It was an artificial sky. The Portals love to be on control of everything. There are no stars. Then why do they place a moon here?
"I wonder how the real sky look like."
"Do you want to leave?"
I'm startled by the additional voice. I look around frantically in search of the source.
Shit. If I'm found out, I'm dead. Way beyond dead. This time for real. I'm going to die.
"Calm down. I'm in front of you."
I respond to the voice and turn back to my front. The same raccoon is looking at me with its beady eyes. I'm sure there is no other presence than this guy. I frown to myself at the absurdity. Maybe I'm imagining things.
The raccoon sighs and continues, "Look. This is not going to be easy to explain, so don't ask. But let me repeat my question....Do you want to leave?"
I gape as I witness the furball talk. I try to make this as sound as possible. Maybe it's an engine? A machine? A spying robot? But if this really is a robot, he should have sent the report in by now and not talking to me! Besides what did he ask? Me? Leaving? This must be another stupid dream. Or I must be a complete lunatic right now. The furry taps his left foot impatiently as I gawk more at him.
"What? Speak. Are you dumb?"
"A-a t-talking raccoon!"
He frowns, "I'm not a raccoon. This is only a temporary look, okay. Ignore this please."
"A-a t-talking raccoon offering me a way to leave! I must really have hit my head hard. This must be a dream. This is crazy. This is simply impossible."
The raccoon hisses and makes his way to me. I could only watch it for all I know if I try to escape he will probably notifies the Polars. And I will bid goodbye to my nightly escapades. Heck I might as well bid goodbye to the world. The next thing I know is pain.
"Ouch! What the hell! Why did you do that!" He scratched me!
"To ensure you that this is real."
So perhaps, he might be a truthful being. Not a machine, but a creation of the mother nature. However, I'm still sceptic to take all this in seriously. How can I know he's not a deceit? "Okay," I start carefully, "prove me that I could believe you and you're not a figment of my imagination!"
The raccoon sighs again, "If you still think that I'm a mere illusion, I have no way to prove anything to you." He pauses and looks me in the eyes, "Consider this. Do you really want to stay here? Don't you want to know how the outside world look like? Are you really willing to go back? And most importantly: Do you have anything to lose if you leave?"
My mind had answered every single question of his almost immediately without hesitation. No, Yes, No. No. Although I would tell myself that I had lost hope of escaping long ago, I had always known, there is light, although dim and shaky, that still believes. I'm silent for a whole minute before answering, "What do you want in return?"
The raccoon grins showing his pointed teeth, "Smart girl, aren't we? I will ask for my payment after I help you. And you won't escape without paying even if you tried to."
"...as long as it doesn't involve in forever bond or slavery."
The raccoon beams at me, "I assure you it won't be."
"Okay."
"Good! Shall we go now? Or do you want to grab some things first?"
"No, I'm good, I think."
"Marvellous. Follow me."
I stand up and follow the little figure as he leads our way into the greens. I had never dared go further than my spot for I would have no chance if I were to acquaint myself with the beasts and creatures that lurk beneath the beautiful nature.
Now that I have the chance to take a good look, I start to analyse the area. As far as my sight, I could only see tall trees whose barks are about 30 metres wide in diameters. On the floors spews up occasional mushrooms, the kinds of which I have never seen before. Mosses cover the terrain making it quite a slippery path.
If I'm not mistaken I thought I rememb-
I stop, "Wait."
The raccoon turns towards me. "There are cameras inside the forest."
"Oh. It has been taken care of."
"What?"
"I said I had taken care of the cameras."
"I heard you the first time. How?"
The raccoon opens his mouth and closes it again, "Well... I'm good with electronics." he says that without looking at me.
I squint at him in disbelief.
"Come on. Let's move. The dawn's breaking."
I could really still turn back. I have taken note of the turns we've made in case something went horribly wrong. I really still could.
But I don't want to.
As I ponder about my decision, we go deeper and deeper into the forest. I never knew the forest is this deep.
"We're here."
I halt my step and saw an ordinary looking tree in front of us.
"We've arrived...at a tree." I hesitate and circle around the tree. Maybe in some of its crook hid something special, or maybe it has an extraordinary shape, or maybe it's a machine, or something!
But really, all I could see is a painfully ordinary tree. A not-too-old-not-too-young tree.
"Are you done with your silly judgemental mind?"
I turn towards the raccoon, "Are you sure there's something special of this tree? I faintly recalled we passed by a few dozens that look exactly like this one."
The raccoon clucks his tongue. I didn't know if raccoons could do that commonly.
"It was called a perfect camouflage. If we were to place it in an easily recognised item, we would be found out."
His reason makes sense to me. "So..how are we going to escape again?"
The raccoon grins his toothy grin and says, "Impatient much? Watch."
He then lifts his paw and aims it at the tree. He closes his eyes in what seemed to be concentration. Slowly, soft green little lights are formed on his paw. The little lights gather into floating alien scripts and began to spin in fashion.
I'm really trying my best not to freak out. This might be by far the craziest dream or illusion I've had so far.
I watch closely as the spinning lights spin faster before the raccoon takes his paw away and looks to me. The spinning lights had carved a door in the tree.
"Are you ready?"
I gulp, "F-For what?"
The raccoon chuckles and answers, "For freedom, of course."
"I-I..."
The raccoon keeps looking at me in amusement, "I'll try my best to explain everything after this." He puts his paw on the door and pushes it. I could see more of the lights, but in neon blur. The light is almost blinding that I had to turn away from it.
"Oh, just close your eyes as we go. Come on." The raccoon bows in courtesy of a gentleman, "Ladies first."
My heart is beating fast. I'm not sure about everything, yet I'm excited, though a tiny bit of afraid, I inch forward. I slowly take my step, one at a time. I don't want to trip on my way, after all.
I squeeze my eyes hard as I step into the blinding lights.
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If you haven't realised it by now, let me make this clear: This is a fiction story.
Monday, 23 April 2012
So so lonely
I don't know why, I just feel so so alone. No, I know why. People have the tendency to shun me, to make sure I'm excluded from everything. Ever since I was aware of my surrounding people just do that. When I was almost certain that someone won't leave me, they go away. Far far away. So far they don't want anything to do with me. Why am I still here? Isn't it better if I don't. Why Is everyone leaving? Am I doing something wrong? Didn't I make sure I've done everything for you? Didn't I do everything already? What do I need to do? Carve my guts out? Offer you my eyes?
Friday, 13 April 2012
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