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Wednesday, February 13, 2008 . Jeremiah – Frog with a Short Tale(Tail)

Jeremiah is a bullfrog. A bullfrog with a short tail. North American at birth, one may think him lucky to be one of the State Amphibians of Missouri and Oklahoma. Jeremiah grew up in a free country, one that embraces Man’s freedom of rights. And this was one lucky frog? No. Sadly, the term “Freedom of Rights” does not apply to frogs.

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My dad died at the hands of a creature, which our society referred to as the Other. It was a male, a bipedal primate with a height of about six feet tall. In his right arm he carried an intricate marriage of wood and metal, approximately a metre long. Somehow, there was this familiar sound that resounded through the forest swamp each time that object was brought to a horizontal angle with the wide end to the creature’s eye, the narrow end fixated on one of my stationary relatives. In most instances, the creature froze, riveted to the spot for about two to three seconds, before that familiar sound was heard. We all knew that sound. The sound that draws away life’s energy. The sound of death. And we all knew that putrid air that densely surrounded those unwanted carcasses that they left behind.

It was the Others. This unique species perpetuates nature’s endless chain of prey and predator, in a different way. Just like our other enemies, the Other preys on our species. Nature has a law dictating only survival of the fittest. Can’t blame the Others too much, since we happen to be below them in the food chain. Though I grieve morose tears, I guess we can only blame it on my dad’s hard luck that day. Sometimes the Others prey to fulfill nature’s commandments, but most of the time for what they call “Entitled Amusement”.

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Some of the Others call themselves “Protectors of Nature”. Rumor has it that they swore an oath to protect the integrity of the forest. I guess they are kind Others, caring for our welfare and the forest community. Just like the kind Cats in the city who refuse to catch Mice. I still remember my late uncle, and how he passed away on the operating table at the Hospital. It was a sad story. He died with a scalpel cutting his body open. The Other in a white coat took out his still beating heart and held it on forceps. Seconds later, my uncle passed out and never regained consciousness. The instant his heart stopped beating, the Other clicked a button on a small black device, and recorded a series of numbers on the piece of white paper on the table.

“Passed Away: 14:44.”

Up till now I still do not know why Hospital is spelt as “L-a-b-o-r-a-t-o-r-y”. Maybe it’s a synonym. But what continues to puzzle me is why he was sent there by the Other when they captured him. He was in the pink of health, though he looked greenish-brown like all of us. As far as I know, he wasn’t sick. Nor was he dying. But he died resisting treatment for his illness, silently screaming for help from behind the glass window. We couldn’t do anything even if we wanted to, as the four Others inside the white box would have overpowered us anyway. The Others call this deadly disease “Science”.

Maybe if my uncle didn’t resist, the Others would have cured him. Maybe.

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A few trucks came today. Had a few Others inside. Came with chainsaws and all and fell a couple of trees. About twenty to thirty of them were logged and lugged into the lorry. Said it was something imperative, otherwise known as a small sacrifice for a long-term investment. Something really profound called “Societal Advancement”.

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I had gone without food for five days. Alright, maybe I had a snack or two on a passing insect. But my gastric pains were rather excruciating. My soul pined for the life it used to lead. My hind legs were weak. My frail frame fought against the lethargy that was seeping into my nerves. But I knew I shouldn’t fall asleep. Forty winks for a pint of blood? The 40:1 ratio doesn’t really convince me.

For my life was in grave danger, as I was part of nature’s prey-predator relationship. And a target of “Entitled Amusement” for the Others. My home stood in the way of “Societal Advancement”, and it was almost more than common logic that hiding myself was the smartest bet. A midget’s step past that thin boundary between us and the Others would signal a need to be treated, as in that case, we would probably would have contracted “Science”, the deadly virus.

That familiar sound again. It was an Other. The same one who had killed my dad. Or so he looked like him. I saw my cousin gather his strength to take the leap of his life. But I was too weak. My limbs would not obey me. The Other was closing in on me. His beastly shadow merged into mine. Perturbation and trepidation pervaded the disquieting atmosphere.

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Among the beasts in nature, only the strongest creatures survive. The strongest beast is king. The king of nature, the Other, boded second to none. All who stood in his way would be consumed by virtue of Nature’s Law. This beast proved to be the most powerful.

Jeremiah was a bullfrog. A bullfrog with a short tale.

Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bullfrog song. --- Rachel Carson.

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The Other has taken the world for his. Yet, does he accord that least amount of respect to its inhabitants?

And we ask ourselves the age-old question that keeps resurfacing. Is America truly the Land of the Free?

slashed at 10:57 PM .

This one is for the ppls from WG whom i seem to have wronged.. i've deleted the hate post le, but this post is just to say sorry. think it must have been my handwriting too messy den they send to wrong email ba.. hahax.. anw, i got into writers' guild! n i'm happy tt i got in! =) sry if i've once hated u guys.. so huge a misunderstanding.. lol.. anw, thanks for giving me the chance and appreciating my work. =D

i shot a bullseye tdy. first one from my batch and the only one tdy. cool ba? =) hope i can improve to make my mark.. ;) quote coach ken: "tough training is good." hahax.. if i need to train in order to get into the first team, i will, and hard. =) anw, happy early v'dae everyone!

slashed at 10:48 PM .

Tuesday, February 12, 2008 .

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Can not cease for the fear of silent night.
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming,
The goddess of Imaginary light.
In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby,
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me.

slashed at 9:33 PM .

Cool purple rose tt i made.. thanks Eng Wei for teaching! n Jun Jie's cousin for the construction paper! =)

slashed at 8:41 PM .

A Cool Trebuchet tt we made.. flings marbles for 1.6m and beyond. Sad case we aimed for accuracy instead of range. LOL.

slashed at 8:40 PM .

Some guy walking on the glass rooftop.

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Sunday, February 10, 2008 . emo love story.. but very meaningful.

10th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.

11th Grade
The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks,' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.

12th Grade
The day before prom she walked to my locker. 'My date is sick,' she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as 'best friends,' so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, 'I had the best time, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...

Graduation Day
A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, 'You're my best friend, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…

A Few Years Later
Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, 'You came!' She said, 'thanks!' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...

Funeral
Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend.' At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me…I wish I did too… I thought to myself, and I cried.

slashed at 3:15 PM .

Wednesday, February 06, 2008 .

A lot of times I wonder what I am doing. What the crap is going on with me. Alright, I shouldn’t delve too deep into love. In the end, I’ll just be killing myself. It’s so suicidal. Let me just get those crazy thoughts out of my head and find a way to be friends. Just pure friends. It works out yea. From now on, we’re just friends. No expectations. I guess I’ll be a lot happier.. ;)

Happy CNY to everyone out there! =)

slashed at 10:32 AM .

Tuesday, February 05, 2008 .

Introducing the I <3 Singapore Sweet.. HAHA.. lol.. was at ppcc after archery.. had the chance to eat this cool new sweet.. lol.. ok, prolly sth tt our gd old opposition leader had thought of.. encompassing the spirit of Singapore. LOL. So its lk this. The sweet is first SUPER hot. And I mean it. Pepper + chili + wasabi. Kns. Ok, so it was kinda real burns ur tounge, cheek and throat. Then it gets sweeter and then the hotness wears off after lk 10 mins.. lol.. inference: Singapore is lk tt, when in crisis, ppls yell a lot. and make a lot of noise. And complain. Some even run about in pain. Its like the taxes.. then the govt gives the benefits. Sweet, and you’ll forget all the hotness n pain. Ok. the catch is not to swallow the saliva, but use it to twirl the sweet in your mouth. By doing tt, the hotness doesn’t affect you tt much. If u manage to juggle the taxes by not accepting them straight down, you wun feel that much of pain. LOL. Interesting sweet. But in the end, its just a sweet. Lol..

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