Urgh. English.

18.6.2014

5:17 PM

I sat there staring into the abyss of nothingness with reality distorted and thickened like condensed milk around me; then out of thin air came a massive onyx sphere of ultra nostalgia which was thereupon shattered into a trillion pieces and dispersed like windblown breadcrumbs. Smitten by a jolt of reminiscence, my mind was filled with all the folly things I, as a kid, had done, from the habit of sticking plastic tape all over the wall as a means of removing its paint coat to the time I flew hundreds of paper planes from my window and littered the neighbor's garden. Those sparkling flashbacks came exactly at the same time, leaving me breathless and paralysed; and never in my life have I cherished my salad days that much. 

'Life goes on', said someone. Things have changed, I myself have changed, but right now I'm not sure what the point of moving on actually is anymore. I've been pursuing perfection and, thus, eliminating even the smallest blemish from the past that, in fact, could have been nothing but a mere speck of dust in the atmosphere out of my memory since the formation my basic worldview; yet ironically, I didn't realise the simple ugly truth that my whole flawed life is a perfect fiasco.

“There is no man...however wise, who has not at some period in his youth said things, or lived a life, the memory of which is so unpleasant to him that he would gladly expunge it. And yet he ought not entirely to regret it, because he cannot be certain that he has indeed become a wise man...” 

- Marcel Proust

His writing. Giang’s writing. I’ve never expected that he could be this good. This. Good.

Maybe it’s from his reading many books? His hobby in music? His obsession with Britain?

It’s like a threat, a threat to someone like me, someone always wanting everything to be perfect.

Anywho here we come to the part that I especially want to write here today. I’ve been thinking of it for like two or three days, and I’ve decided to try this. This is called ‘Facts.’ Some facts, maybe from my everyday life, maybe from the things that I notice, practically everything, will be posted from now on.

So we’re gonna start with some today.

[Facts]

1. All cats are pigs. Oh wait, maybe there’s no ‘cat’ at all. Maybe they’re all pigs from the start. Look, there’re an awful lot of similarities between the two species: they’re both fat, both love sleeping, and both are obsessed with eating.

Or at least the creature calling itself ‘cat’ in my house is actually a genuine pig.

I’m gonna find out about it one day.

I sure will.

2. People say if you want to be like Sherlock, you need to start noticing every single bit of things happening or existing around you.

So I’ve started watching things. I’ve come to know that there’s a place selling roasted duck on the way to school, and behind it is a shop selling blankets. 

That was a lot, really.