imagine

yes. imagine. one of the lost arts of our age. do it, and open a world of magic. perhaps find that child you once were.

fyi, The Little Prince is such a great book. Yes, its a kids book, and if u're thinking that bcos of that, i shld not read it, the it's exactly why u shld read it!!! bcos "grown-ups are really strange people." and we are always "concerned with matters of consequence".

anw, more updates on the book coming up!!! but this entry is abt my castle. yes, MY castle.

it rests upon a mountainous region, surrounded with trees as far as the eye can see, my kingdom. it is a tall imposing building, as castles should be. it has a glorious wide entrance, but also a small secret one, through a small door and up tall winding stairs. it is a mystery, as one floor would seem like two.

the view is beautiful from the top floor, my private lair. 'Tis a Great Hall, magnificent and kingly, fit for a great ruler such as myself. Looking out the many balconies give splendid views, each one not quite the same as the other. On sunny days, the sun dances with the trees, hiding herself coyly among a veil of clouds, playing, teasing. On rainy days, a dreamy mist is cast over the lands of my kingdom, and cool winds from the ends of the earth caress my face, enveloping my spirit in a peaceful enchantment. Oh, how well my Sorcerors and Architects and Alchemists have built this strange and glorious castle.

but the most magnificent and wonderful and strange of all are the Grand Stables, which hold creatures never before seen my any other mortal man. They lie in ranks, sleeping giants, great and gentle beasts. Each is different, each has the strangth of ten elephants, and breathe deadly fire. As they snore, black smoke rises from their huge nostrils, as none can escape their thick iron scales. And when they wake, they give a roar so frightful to men who do not know them, but familiar to me, their master and king. They truly are magical beasts, my pride and joy.

wanna see my castle? step 1, read The Little Prince, step 2, find out where I work (a king must have secrets, he is a king after all!) step 3: visit where i work. (ok, for those of u who read the book, i must seem v much like the king on the planet who likes to think he rules thigs which he doesn't... but then u're not getting the point!)

good night, my royal subjects.

well, don't i look queer?

ok. i know what u're thinking. shove it. queer in this case means weird. full stop. (i refuse to say "period"...)

so imagine what weird series of events would lead to this. a shaven boy with thick black specs, sweating into his formal long sleeved blue shirt, long black pants, with New Balance running shoes, carrying a huge backpack, with a big green SAF waterbottle sticking out, and carrying an umbrella like a walking stick, running alone down a dark empty street in an army camp in the middle of the night. yup, that's me, Geek de la Nerd Extraordinare.

can't imagine?

Well, i went for an interview earlier in the morning, so i wore formal clothes. i forgot to bring a foldable umbrella, it was raining, so i took a big umbrella from Dad's car (he sent me there). Then i went straight to camp, with my portfolio in a big blue suitcase.

When I booked out, I packed a lot of stuff and my smelly Number 4, and figured i would get thirsty, hence the bloated bag with the big green bottle. the formal black shoes was too uncomfortable to walk the long distance, so i wore sports shoes, and packed the black shoes, futher excerberating the already precariously bulging backpack. Then, adorned with my umbrella, my big blue file, and my sean connery look, topped up with sports shoes, i said to my friends, "well, don't i look queer?"

then after the helluva long journey to CCK MRT station, i stomped clumsily out of the bus, improving my gait with my lovely walking stick of an umbrella. and thought to myself, "don't i look queer?" then realised my full battle order was missing one component, my big blue file. my protfolio. O level results, A level results, testimonials, and every single award i've ever accomplished in my whole life.

i think u can imagine what followed. panic, hair pulling, feet stomping, swear words, a very fast taxiride, and the scene i described in the 2nd paragraph.

taddah! i managed to pull it off. ain't i good?

i am a blur shit, aren't i?

well, after a night of running, sweating and adrenaline-pumping adventures (not the types that involve whips, lions, huge rolling boulders, and Nazis, but adventures nonetheless...) , i finally lumbered home, luke opened the door, and i said, "well, don't i look queer?"

hey, but God helped me thru that ok...