Monday, June 16, 2008
Today (or rather, yesterday) we sent my sis to japan. I felt abit sad since she’s gonna be there for 2 weeks, but there were other things that filled my mind.
Dunno I just wrote this descriptive prose-y thing.
Through the dreamy, half-awake eyes of a typical young boy, even mundane reality becomes a surreal fantasy. Or perhaps it’s night at work. The night seems to possess a certain intrinsic property that makes objects glisten with a tinge of mystery. All around us, the darkness blankets everything in shadows, melding them back into the blankness of the night sky. The daylight gives everything its personal colour; silver towers, brick red apartments, the blue ‘IKEA’ mall. But when night falls, circumstances change. Everything becomes bleak; all their colours converge into austere silhouettes, just like the reciprocal of infinity tending to zero. Seems like a certain type of communism is at work here. The communism of darkness.
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But amidst the darkness, the endless procession of street lights lining the roadsides pokes pockets of light into the sable sky, like sparse, anomalous points on a graph, guiding the night travellers to their various destinations. And too, the moon lights up the sky with a certain faint, distant glow, that also radiates an enigmatic aura of fear and yet, elegance.
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We advance on the asphalt road towards the airport. Every once in a while, the colour of the tar changes; different intensity of grey, signifying the age of the roads. Just like humans, our hair colour changes as we age. As parallel as it may seem, we are still at a disadvantage. Roads get replaced once they becomes too worn. But for us, our ephemeral youth, once gone, will never return. Time comes, and runs away so far we’ll never have chance to grasp it again. But time leaves footprints, and these are memories etched in our mind, will forever remain as long as we want to remember.
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In the refuge of the automation, the bushes lining the road accelerate towards me in a flurry of shades and hues of green, and everything mixes into an average green. Even the stationary roars into life when the eye of motion sees. Everything that appears is merely a matter of perception; things will appear to suit your desires. But however alluring these mirages appear, they’re all in the mind. Delusions are formed this way; well, so is hope. Hope is perhaps just a nicer way of saying delusions.
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As I peer out the side window, I see the morning dew beginning to form, but beyond that, I see the myriad of buildings lining the earth and all are coming and moving away. Those in the foreground move faster, those in the background move slower. Everything moves at different velocities, just like how our lives move at various speeds when we’re at different milestones. Of joy and pain, in the end what matters is our drive to succeed amidst opposition.
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In the middle of the night, when your car’s the only vehicle on the road, a certain fear grips you; on that lonesome road everything seems to overwhelm you with emotion. Various emotions, just perhaps not happiness and the related. However, even in daylight there will be times we would be alone, and yet we don’t feel such strong gripping trepidation in our hearts. Darkness works in ways we can’t understand, slowly creeping into our heads, toying with our minds in ways unimaginable.
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Haiya life.
It’s damn no link, but 3P06 & 4P07 were the best times of my life, and you guys were the best classmates ever.
I hopes these memories don’t fade away into some reclusive corner in my head. ):
wishing;
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