Saturday, June 24, 2006
Uploaded some more pictures of myself. Yes, i'm self-obsessed, and you can't do anything about it. NEH NEH NI POOPOO. *sticks out tongue*
Couldn't write what i wanted to say last night cause my mother was bugging me and distracting me so in the end i chose to off the computer lah. Can die lor i tell you listening to her, i mean not that i don't want to listen lah, but i'm trying to blog! And she yakking away at my ear. *shakes head*
typical mothers.
My big toe is still numb but the swelling has gone down abit. I'm still unable to wear my ballerina flats!!!
ee jashik.
Btw, i read finished the book 'Comes the blind fury". It's sccccar-yy.
It's about this blind girl who was killed long time ago. She was being taunted by other children and she fell from a cliff. She couldn't see where she was walking obviously so she fell lah, not knowing where she was mah. But before she died, she heard the children calling her mother a 'whore' and she died unpeacefully.
So after a century, this girl named Michelle Pendleton came to live in the house which the blind girl used to live in. She found a ancient doll in the room and named her Amanda which was the name of the blind girl. Slowly, things began to happen and people were killed one by one. Michelle fell from the same cliff as the blind girl and became a cripple. Her friends left her one by one, her best friend Sally left her only because this other girl, Susan didn't like Michelle and Sally would gain nothing by standing by Michelle. But then Michelle met Amanda, who's a ghost and is out for revenge. Michelle did not have any friends at that moment and craved for one, so she befriended Amanda, not knowing that Amanda was just using her. She killed many people in the process and some thought that she was crazy. In the end, Amanda led Michelle to the cliff where she forced Michelle to kill her friend, Jeff Benson, then amanda disappeared leaving Michelle alone with others running towards her. Michelle was frightened and jumped down the cliff thinking that Amanda, being her friend would save her. She died.
Michelle's sister, Jennifer grew up and during her 12th birthday she found a ancient doll in her room, Michelle's room. She saw it and named it Michelle. At the end, she ran to her mother and told her mother and her mother wept.
Scary eh?
Maybe you won't feel scarced cause you didn't read the book. It's really scary lah, cause there is murder and terror and suspicion all mixed into one. If you want to read it come find me lah, i'll gladly lend it to you. After all, i took it from shingchun. HEH.
Loved it. so i'll be off. Just here to blog something stupid lah.
And here's the beginning where the blind girl died.
Thought you guys would like to read a bit of it. Get the gist.
She moved slowly along the path, her step careful, yet not hesitant. The path was familiar to her, and she knew almost by instinct when to veer to the right, when to stay close to the middle of the trail. From a distance, in her black dress and her bonnet, she looked more like a old woman than a child of twelve and the walking stick she always carried with her did nothing to lessen the inpression of age. Only her face was young, serene and unlined, her sightless eyes often seeming to see that which was invisible to those around her.She was a solitary child; her blindness set her apart and placed her in a dark world from which she knew there would be no escape. Yet she had accepted her affliction as she had accepted everything else- quietly, peacefully- gifts from a God whose motives might seem clouded, but whose wisdom was not be questioned.It had been difficult at first, but when it had come upon her she had still been young enough that her adjustment was almost natural. What had been seen was now only dimly remembered, and her dependence on her eyes was completely forgotten. Her other senses had sharpened. Now she heard things no one else heard, smelled perfume in the sea air that would have been strange to anyone but her, and knew the flowers and the tress by how they felt.The path she walked today was one of her favorites, winding along the edge of a bluff above the sea. On this path, her cane was almost unnecessary, for she knew it too well as she knew her parents' home a few hundred yards to the south. She counted her steps automatically. and her pace never varied. There were no surprises on the path, but her cane still went before her, waving from side to side, its white tip like a probing finger, eternally searching for anything that might block her way.The sound of the ocean filled her ears, and the black-clad child paused for a moment, her face turning sea-ward, a picture of wheeling gulls forming dimly in the far reaches of her memory. Then, from behind her, she heard another sound- a sound that to any ears but hers would have been lost in the roar of pounding surf.It was the sound of laughter.She had heard it all day today, and knew what it meant.It meant her schoolmates had become bored with their games and were going to focus their attention on her for a while.It happened every year during the fall. It seemed to her thateach summer, when school was out and she seldom ventured beyond the beach and the bluff, the children forgot about her. Then, come September, she would become for a while an oddity to be stared at, wondered about, talked about.And tormented.The first day of school she would hear the whispering in class as she came slowly in, tapping along, familiarizing herself once more with the steps, the halls, the doors, the rows of desks. Then there would be the terrible moment, the moment she always hoped would never come, when the teacher would ask her where she would like to sit, and arrange the classroom for her convenience.That was when her torment would begin.It never lasted long- in a week, sometimes two. they would forget her, going on to more interesting things, but the damage would have been done. She would spend the rest of the year in solitude, making her lonely way to and from school.Often there would be a time during the year when she would have a companion for a while. One of the other children would break an arm or a leg, and for some weeks, while the injury mended itself, the girl would have company someone to talk to, someone who would become suddenly intersted in her problems.. But then the wound would heal, and she would be left alone once more.Now, as the sound of laughter floated to her ears, she knew this was the day they had chosen to follow her home, commenting in whispers that one of these days- a day that had never come- they would put a log in the path, and see if she could find her way around it. She tried to block out the mocking sounds, tried to concentrate on the soothing roar of the surf, but behind her the laughter grew. Finally, she turned to face them."Leave me alone, " she said softly. "Please?"There was not reply, only a giggle from somewhere to her irght, In relief, she turnedsouth and began moving slowly homeward. But then a voice came from ahread of her."Look out! There's a rock in the path!"The girl stopped, and prodded at the path with her cane. She found nothing and took a step forward, pausing again to read the trail with her stick. Still nothing, She had let herself fall into their trap.She began moving forward again. but when the same voice came at her out of the blackness, telling her she was about to stumble, she stopped again, and again examined the path witht he tip of her cane.This time, as she prodded at the trail, their laughter burst around her, and she knew she was in trouble. There were four of them, and they had postitioned themselves carefully, one ahread of her, one behind, and two more preventing her from leaving to trail to make her way across the field to the road.She stood still, waiting."You can't stand there forever," a voice said to her, "Sooner or later you have to move, and when you do, you're going to trip, and fall off the bluff.""Leave me alone!" the girl shouted. "Just leave me alone!"She started to take a step, but again was stopped by a voice, warning her, mocking her."Not there- that's the wrong way." It wasn't the wrong way, she was sure of it. But how could she be sure? She was confused now, and beginning to be frightened.The sea. If she could be sure which way the sea lay. she would know in wnich direction to go. She began turning, listening carefully. If the wind were blowing, it would be easy, but the air was still today, and the sound of the sea seemed to surround her, coming from every direction, mixing her with the childish laughter of her tormentors, confusing her.She would have to try. As long as she stood here, listening to them, letting them upset her, they would remain, enjoying their game. Ignore them.That's what she must do. Simply ignore them.The cane made an arc in front of her, then another. The nerves in her fingers read the smoothness of the trail, and the unevenness where the edge of the path blended into the field. The girl made her decision and began walking.Immediately the cries began."Watch out! There's a rock right in front of you!""You're going to wrong way. If you want to get home, you'd better turn aound!""Not that way! You'll fall of the edge.""So what if she does? She won't even see what's going to happen to her!""Put something in the path! Let's see if she can figure out what it is!"The girl ignored them and moved steadfastly along the path, her cane reading the way for her, assuring her she was making no mistake. Around her, the disembodied boices kept pace with er, taunting her, challenging her. She forced herself not to respond to them, telling herself that they would stop soon, give up, leave her alone.And then one of the voices, a boy's boice, cut through to her."Better not go home! Your mama might be having company!"The girl froze. She stopped waving the stickk in her hand, and it hung in the air, quivering uncertainly. "Don't say that." The girl spoke quietly. "Don't ever say that."
The laughter stopped, and the girl wondered if perhaps the children had gone away.They hadn't. Instead their laughter grew uglier."Going home to see the whore?""Hurry home, and maybe your mother will teach you how to do it.""My mother says she should be run of town!""My daddy says next time he has two dollars he's coming to your house!""STOP IT!" the girl screamed. "Don't you say that! It isn't true! It isn't true!" Suddenly she raised the cane, took it in both hands, and began swinging it. As it whistled in the air, the children's taunts jabbed at her."Your mama's a hore!""Your pap doesn't care!""I heard he collects the money!""When i'm sixteen, can i visit your mother?"The girl, her black dress swirling around her, the ribbons on her bonnet flying about her head, began moving towards the voices, the cane in her hands whipping back and forth, tyring to silence their taunts. She stumbled, began to fall, then caught herself. All around her the voices sounded in her ears, ignoring her blindness now, and concentrating on the sins of her mother.It wasn't true.She knew it. Her mother wouldn't do what they were saying she did. Why would they say it? Why? Why did they hate her? Why did they hate her mother and her father?The cane moved more and more wildly, thrashing the air harmlessly as the children danced out of range, their laughter increasing at the spector of the unseeing victim, flailing at nothing, helpless, unable either to defend herself or to flee.They began closing in around her as she backed away from them, holding the cane in front of her as if to fend them off.The ground leveled under her foot, and she knew she was back on the trail. She tried to turn, but without the help of her cane she had no idea in which direction she was going. Around her the four children came closer, their taunts growingmore vicious, their laughter more hideous, enjoying their game.The girl kept backing away. The she felt something nder her right foot. A rock. She started to move her foot but suddenly the obstruction fell away form her.Unsure of what had happened, she put her foot where the rock had been.Now there was nothing there.Too late she realized where she was.She remained balance for a second, a look of terror on her face.The cane in her hands moved wildly as she tried to find some leverage.Then, as her balance left her and she began to feel herself falling, she let go of the cane. It dropped to the path. The four children stared at each other for a moment, then their eyes went to the cane that lay on the trail. At first none of them moved. Then the oldest among them stepped forward, picked up the cane, and threw it into the sea. As far as they were concerned, she had simply disappeared.....She knew what was happening, knew she was going to die. Time seemed to slow down for her, and she heard the surf crashing coming ever closer to her.She was going to die! Why? What had she done?What had her mother done? None of it was right.None of it should have happened.The roar in her ears was no longer the surf. Instead, she heard the voices of the children, taunting her, screaming ast her, echoing through her mind, crashing in her head.For the first time in her life, anger entered her soul. It was wrong, all of it. She shouldn't have been blind. She shouldn't have had to to listen to what the children told her. She should have beem able to see everything for herself.See it, and make it right.And avenge it.Her fury grew as she tumbled towards the sea, and by the time the waters closed around her, she was no longer aware of what was happening to her, no longer aware that her life was ending.All she knew was anger.Her anger, and her hatred..........byebye.
iAMbuttercup.. ping
8:57 PM
