The Wall
Posted on: Thursday, September 11, 2008
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hi peeps again. another lame story. To me, I think this new story is worse than the 1st one. It's sort of... out of point? it's just my opinion though! so ppl do provide me with criticism! LOL.
The Wall
I could never get along well with my friends. Each one of them is ever inferior to me. There was always a
wall between my friends and I. It was always difficult for me to communicate with them. Not because I couldn’t but because they wouldn’t. Some claim that it was my over-confidence that made me friendless. Others said it was my cold shoulder that shook them off.
On second thoughts, what was the
wall that was erected a long time ago? All this while, I blamed my wall for causing all the loneliness I ever had. I never recalled my childhood. Did I even have a childhood? I only remember the money that was made my friend. Money was always there for me. I was rich, my parents were rich, my family was rich. People always say that money can never bring you far. Ironically, money makes the world go round. So which is it, I pondered all these years.
Was it my plain ignorance to my surroundings that was the result of the
wall? Was it the contradicting life I always had that was the result of the
wall?
My friends often stuck close to me. They were stuck to my
wall. Not because I was lonely, but because I had the money. Ever I started to attend school, I had 2 occupations – A student and a banker. All the long, I stretched out my right arm at least 20 times a day, with cash summing up to $50 per stretch. My chauffeur used to say I was a cash register. Eventually, I realised my right arm over-exercised. My left arm muscle was not proportional to my right arm muscle.
I knew what to do.
I used my right arm to do something that few have done. To break my
wall.
You can do almost anything with the right side of your body. The basic thing to do was to shake hands, with my right hand. A quarter of the
wall was broken into pieces. Then, I carried to patting on the back of my friends who needed emotional counselling. Another quarter demolished. Finally, I did the best thing I could ever do. I donated to charity, using my right hand to pass the cheques to the different organisations. The third quarter of the
wall was finally removed.
Now, all I had to do was to cross over the
wall, beyond the boundaries of my life. I was proud of everything I had done with my right arm. All this would not have happened if my
wall did not exist.
Have you broken your
wall yet?
The Alley
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hi peeps. i know it's been a long time since my blog has been updated. so now, i've written a story entitled "The Alley" to 'entertain' you guys! haha!
The Alley
Creeping in the dark night, walking against the cold wind, I paced along the alley. Step by step, I made my way towards the other side. Upon reaching the middle of the alley, the only way I could go to was right or left. There was no need for hesitation. It was just a matter of reaching there.
The Alley, home to anything, and everything. I lived there, and I don’t live there. It is my home, and used to be my home. I would say that I’m a nomad. An urban nomad to be specific. Life is forever challenging. Yet, life is forever carefree. Walking alone in the darkness, without any light shining upon my path except the moon, my emotions stay calm as always. To me, there’s no difference in living either inside or outside. I live inside and outside. I work inside and outside. Yet, there is no possible difference. Life is yet the same for me. I have always pondered on this question for all these years, “Will there ever be something different for me?” I doubt so.
Working inside copious amounts of work, it is nonetheless stressful. Working outside to survive, to shelter, to eat, it is ever the same.
Finally reaching my destination, I stood in front of the wall, waiting for some miracle to occur. What miracle did I expect all this while? New shelter, new home, new work, new food, new techniques on survival? To me, everything new is everything old. Why bother getting new stuff that benefit you but they eventually become old when something benefits you more than them?
My home, my cardboard. My home, my walls. Life is so ironic. Which is which? New is Old or Old is New? These questions are neither answered nor questioned. Does a question need to be questioned to be a question? Does an answer need to be an answer to be an answer?
Beyond the limits of my walls and cardboard, so many questions are asked yet little answered. Will life remain unchanged or improve? Is life fated to be like this or is planned by ourselves? Our souls trapped in our body, waiting to be enlightened. Yet ironically, they enlighten others themselves. Is it our experiences that make us so special or just our features and skills?
Sheltering under my cardboard, sheltering under a roof. That makes no difference to me as they are still shelters after all. Will anything ever be different for me? No.
But will anything ever be different for you?
FASTING TIME~!
Posted on: Monday, September 1, 2008
Posted at: FASTING TIME~!
just when you say it, it comes so quickly. 2 days have passed and it's 1st sept now. the starting of the fasting month. well, i'm so used to this already. let's see. Music Review done. 2 Newspaper Reviews done. still left some homework. I DUN FEEL LIKE DOING CHINESE HW! but well, i still have to do it rite? so..... i'll try to find time to do it despite having more than enough time to complete my holiday assignments! JOFL! kk, ttygl!
