I WILL BE DEAD MEAT BY TOMORROW

don't expect some pieces over here. i'm writing about my life, and yes, i'm no better than dead. I LOST MY PHONE. my parents have warned me over and over again not to loose my phone or i won't get a new one cause my current phone cost about 200++ sgd. if i'm not dead, what am i? they will find out sooner or later that i lost my phone. i'm still wishing that i will be able to find it tomorrow. i knew that i was still with me when i went to the computer lab with my friend today, as i was still playing my game on the phone, but i couldn't remember what happened after that. i might have left it in the computer lab, lost it on the way to my classroom, or simply left it in my classroom. i went to the computer lab after school to look for my phone, bu tit was locked. so there is still this little amount of chance that it is still in the computer lab. if i lost it on the way to my classroom, i would say i just got a free ticket to hell, as there is almost 0% chance of getting it back. the possibility that i left it in class is about 10 or 20% as my friend called my phone when we were standing outside the classroom (it was locked) and we heard nothing. so what's going to happen to me? i don't know. i'm rather surprised that i am still tying in 'proper' (i'm being as proper as i can be) english. normally, if i'm feeling as pissed as i am now, i wuld b typin liddat.

Some changes

Alright, i made some changes to my blog (the title and my profiles). i just thought that it needed a change. things are getting difficult nowadays, since i'm in a IP school and all. not much time to write, and i don't think my school is even encouraging us to write. they set word limits for our composition. and it's not some big number. it's just a mere 450 word. i mean, it doesn't suite my writing style. i like to write a lot of thoughts. i think i just messed up my LA exam, writing 700++ words instead of 450. i hope that as time passes, things will get better and i can find time to write.

Silence ain't golden

It was quiet. Very quiet. The kind of quietness that make you feel weird. The kind of quiet that is more than just quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you feel… wrong. I wished it didn’t exist. The sun was shining, in fact, grilling the whole earth. I could have bet that if you were on the other side of earth, you could still feel its heat. I walked. I was not alone, but I felt that the world had suddenly changed. I noticed it right after I stepped out of the house. Nobody was talking. Those who were walking just walked. Walked as in just walked. They didn’t talk to each other, nor listen to music. They just walked. That was not what normal people would do. They wouldn’t just… walk. Even the dogs just walk. I felt the air behind me move, but I dare not stop to see what was behind me. I continued walking. I felt so scared I thought my ribcage would explode. I breathed in and increased my speed. A cloud covered the sun the whole area became slightly darker. I shivered. Something knocked my head from behind. I blacked out.

I didn't have any idea what i was writing about. i just felt the need to write it.

Yume

I had a dream once, a very beautiful dream. I had a time machine, and I decided to go back into the past and show one of my ancestors what the future was like. I went back into time and brought him to a town in 2008. I told him some things about 2008 and told him things to be scared of and things that he need not fear.

At night, I brought him out for dinner, showing him how food taste likes now. I didn’t eat much myself, for I was too busy observing his reactions. He ate them and, unlike what I expected, commented that it was not as tasty as the food was back at home. I was shocked. Why would a person from the past say that our food was not nice? They didn’t have much spices back then, they didn’t have much salt back then. Why? He merely commented that there was no hard work found in the food. That was so not true. I told him about how hard it was to earn money and how hard it was to afford such food. He smiled and said that something bought would never taste as good as something you planted yourself. I disagreed, but said nothing.

I brought him out onto the streets, showing him the wonderful street lamps we have that helped save so many people’s lives. He pointed to the sky. “There are no stars to guild us,” he said. Are people from the past so helpless? I wanted to prove to him that the present was so much better than the past.

I showed him how cars help us so much in our daily lives. “You cannot interact with the car like how we can with horses,” he said.

I shoke my head and showed him the television. He said, “what is the point of looking at what you cannot experience personally? Live is much better if you spend your time happily instead of looking at others arguing.” I sighed. He was hopeless. He smiled and politely said that he wanted to go home.

I brought him home, totally defeated by his many excuses. Just as I was about to leave him, he turned around and said, “let me show you how life should be.”

The next day, he wanted me to help him plant his crops. It was really hard work, but by the end of the day, things changed. Even though the rice was plain and tasteless, it seemed to me that it was the nicest thing on earth.

Then, at night, he showed me the stars. A sky full of stars, was nothing like what you could imagine. It was not tiny bulbs hanging in the sky, but thousands of different lights, each bearing a different meaning. I could not believe my eyes.

The next day, he showed me a horse. It looked plain to me, an ugly, dirty horse, but he proofed to me that it was not just a stupid animal, but a loyal horse. When it pulled the cart, I could see its whole body straining. It did not complain, it did not resist, and it did its best. He showed me how bad a horse can behave when badly taken care of. A car would be easier to use, for there was no need to take care of it like how you take care of the horse. But it was different. It was different.

Then, the day after that, he brought me to the forest. Helping me climb a tree, he explained to me how still I should be when I was waiting. We sat in the tree and waited. Mosquitoes and other inset buzzed around us, but I did not move, for I did not want him to think that people from the future were wimps. It was a long wait. Then suddenly, a bush rustled. I was so startled I wanted to scream, but he grabbed my hand and reminded me what he had just told me. I sat still. A doe with its fawn appeared. The way the fawn took care of the fawn and the way the fawn reacted was just so unimaginable. It was something no documentary on earth could ever capture. Perhaps it was because of the buzzing mosquitoes, perhaps it was the fast that there was hardly any such scenes left on earth in 2008 since so many forests were destroyed.

I woke up as another person.

Note: Yume means dream in Japanese

The Extinction of the Peacemakers

tomorrow is my birthday, and i thought i'll write myself a piece. it is not really relevant, but it is the only thing that came to my mind.

“We are peacemakers, Shannon, we don’t fight,” spoke an elderly mouse.

“I don’t get it! We get chased out of our own home that we spent so much effort to build and we can’t do anything about it! What are we? Wimps that run away from battle?” spat the young mouse, probably too young to even know what was going on.

“We are not wimps. We are merely peacemakers. They must have their own reasons for chasing us out of our own home. You are blinded by rage, little mouse.”

“They think that we are dirty. They think that we make them sick. They think that we are… rats.”

“There is a misunderstanding here. And they often lead to unnecessary conflict and war.”

“I don’t care about misunderstanding and war. I say we stand and fight.”

“You still do not understand. We fought a war with the humans so long ago, and we lost so terribly that our species is almost wiped out. The humans probably don’t remember this, considering how bad their memory is, but I am sure they are unconsciously preparing for another battle with us. Instinct, I call it,” explained the elderly mouse, still patient with the tiny mouse.

“If you’re too scared to fight, so be it! I’ll go gather the mouse and fight. Just give me the permission. You won’t even realize that there is war going on.”

“Shannon, like I’ve said, we are peacemakers. Fighting war is not the way we solve problems.”

“I DON’T CARE! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY! I’M SICK OF RUNNING AROUND!” Shannon yowled, before stomping out of the chamber.

The old mouse shook his head and waited for some report about a mouse recruiting warriors. No doubt. After about fifteen minutes, his butler marched in.

“Greybeard, Shannon is…”

“Say no more, I know what he is doing. You have my permission to stop any warrior from following him.”

“Greybeard… actually… I don’t think we can go on escaping. Perhaps it is time to counter attack. After all, nearly a quarter of our mice have been slain in the previous attack from the humans…”

“That is precisely why we are moving. We only have three quarters of the mice we had.”

“But Greybeard… our population is decreasing rapidly. We can’t go on like this…”

“FINE. DO WHAT YOU LIKE. YOU ALL JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION WE ARE IN.”

Then after a few seconds of silence, after Greybeard cooled down, “Sorry, but I still don’t think it is the right thing to do. I don’t think I have the right to stop you all now. No matter what I do, you all won’t listen.”

Greybeard stood up from where he was lying and hobbled out of the chamber and the mouse burrow.

A week after Greybeard’s departure, Shannon was using the burrow that the old wise mouse had used from so long.

“Shannon, it is time for you speech,” the butler informed him.

“Yes, indeed.”

He made his way to the speech chamber, where about ten thousand mice all over the world have gathered.

“Fellow mice from all over the world, I thank you for gathering here today. As you might have heard, Greybeard has left the mice community. It is terrible to lose such a talent mouse, but at the same time, I want all of you to understand that it is time for us to fight back.”

He paused a while, letting the roar from the crowd die down.

“I am sure you have enough torture from the humans. We will show them that we are not the one to bully. We will show them who the boss is! Now, I declare that A WAR WITH THE HUMANS HAS STARTED!”

There was more cheer from the crowd and Shannon felt a surge of pride.

Somewhere in the crowd, an old mouse shook his head as he watched the mice march towards extinction.

A mouse lay limped, in the middle of the road. There was no blood, there was no broken bone, but the mouse did not move. His eyes that were shiny before just stared blankly before him. He did not blink. His legs were not bent; they hung lifelessly from his body. His tail was a bit squashed, caused by careless humans who stepped on it.

“Hey Lester! Look what I found!” a little girl called out to her brother.

“Ewww! That is disgusting! Leave it alone. It might be carrying some disease, you know,” her brother said.

“Yeah, rats are disgusting.”

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New year, new school

Alright. 2008 has came faster that I expected. I can still remember the first day of school last year when my english teacher, who has a reputation for being very fierce, came in. I experienced something i never did before. the whole class was totally quiet. it was pretty creepy. but we got to know him better and i found out that he was quite a nice guy. today wasn't so bad too. i'm 13 this year, so i'm in sec 1. yes, i'm going to a new school. my school is one of the top schools in singapore, but the first day wasn't as bad as i expected. we played some icebraking game, got some boring lectures from my form teacher. i made some friends, but i can't remember any of their names now. i heard that it is going to be stressful later on, so wish me good luck. :D