My alzheimer’s (spell?) and a Totally Awesome Book that’s Revolutionary!

yay, I was waiting for someone to tell me that the previous skin sucked. YAY for Yeeherng!! Lol, nvm.

Well, today was a grand day of accomplishments. I read an awesome book (A long way down by Nick …something. Shit I’m really getting alzheimer’s and I forgot how to spell alzheimer’s, shall talk about that later, just hope I don’t forget) and the second and more important thing is that I finished half my holiday homework! Powerful things will can do to you!

I unplugged the internet connection at around 9.30am after I’ve chilled out on weed for an hour. Then I lugged my laptop to the study and brushed everything else on the ground and started chionging homework. Its one of the best days of my life. Never before have I felt so free and felt something that I can’t express with words on my blog. And my blog’s degenerating as a promoting ground for fictionpress so I’m getting kinda worried and guilty since the stats have been growing at the times when I’ve abandoned it a whole week without giving a frat about it.

Probably the Alzheimer’s in the play. Anyway, is that the right way to spell it? Nevermind, I like it the way it is. Shall tell you Docs what’s been happening to me recently.

One fine day, I forgot my password without knowing that I forgot it. Now, how is that possible? Somehow I recalled the last password that I forgot the last time I had to change to a new one and took it that the last password was my current password. Queer. And I though dad changed it out of spite. I had cold turkey for the whole day. Humph. Okay shiat, do you understand what I was trying to say just now?

1) A few months back, I forgot my password and had to change one.

2) A few months after, I recalled that password while forgetting the current one.

3) And I was not aware that the password was the last one and not the current one.

Done. I’m sure I’ve made myself clear this time. And there was this time I entered the bathroom a few times, each time forgetting what I was supposed to do and only remembering after I was halfway into my bed. Then I went back, supposedly to brush my teeth but forgot what I was supposed to do. So I just pissed and went back? Then I remembered and went back again. Then I forgot again and so on. I’m not trying to be funny man.

And I’ve been digging up bits and pieces of childhood. I remembered the time I was … shit I forgot about that one now. Ah, there’s another one where I was in K2 and a group of us were punished for laughing at a small guy who sang twinkle twinkle little start badly, seriously, I dont see why. And I can remember exactly what the teacher said, though I forgot how she looked like. She made us stand on the table and opened the windows, telling us that we would jeered at by the passers-by and I remembered not a single soul passed by -.-

Oh and I suddenly remembered that my primary one teacher was called Teacher Norlizza. And that my chinese teacher in P1 was of the same surname as me. I remembered all my results in that year and subsequent years as well. Well, I’m strongly suspecting myself of having something like that though I could not possibly have had it. I shall not dwell on it anymore.

Its just lapses of memories isn’t it?

Oh and the book, I checked the guy Nick’s name. Its Nick Hornby, whatever. Hannah lent it to me and I’m really grateful for it. You know, I feel so comforted. Its about 4 people attempting suicide at a hotspot called Topper’s House. As its namesake suggests… Well these people appeared at the same time and each prevented each from jumping. Its really touching and meaningful especially if you found yourself relating to them. Um, I’m Jess for a little bit of her, not the punk side definitely, more like the Chas side. And some time back, I was a bit of JJ. Paranoid and suspecting. Maureen, she was the first I found close to home but can’t find any remote points of similarities. I guess its abstraction. Martin, not a bit I guess.

I shall talk about this book one day, maybe friday, the next time I can hoard the com cos tomorrow’s vesak and big brother’s gonna be watching.

This book, it just leaves something swimming inside you, something that you can’t grasp, something you can’t name or locate. And its interesting, entertaining and mainstream definitely. Someday, I wish to write about something like that. I mean the feeling, not the plot Nick used. The Something you take away from books you read is different for everyone and its the only thing that’s useful. You just need to read the book until something clicks up there and it’ll stay forever, like cycling and swimming. Then you can throw the book away and expand on your own.

A book is just a tool, and once its used, it changes, it morphs into something different from the new paperback you got from kinokuniya. A writer’s job is to stir up feelings and not dictate one.

Oh shyte, I’m in the early stages of turning philosophical and when I do become that, it can be really scary. I can be more fervent than a Hitler-advocate. But this book changed my philosophy and maybe on friday I’ll draft another one? *chills* Nevermind, I should be going else I’ll launch into a ten-page rant. Ta.

Oh and to add on the last post, something just popped into my head. I started a blog to dramatise my life, as with everyone else. If I had not have had fictionpress or my blog, I’ll be more of a loner and a reject, agree? I agree very much.

Oh and to add on the last post, something just popped into my head. I started a blog to dramatise my life, as with everyone else. If I had not have had fictionpress or my blog, I’ll be more of a loner and a reject, agree? I agree very much.

Writer’s woes

Okay, now I’m the living example of the writer stereotypes. I can’t believe it!!! My subsequent plays suck big time, esp the last one that I took the most strenuous effort to complete. But I’m most proud of Tom, for Convenience sake. But they say that Jane (Titled, My play) is the best.

If you don’t already know, the first production is the best and the subsequent ones ghosts of the first. Damn, I didn’t know I would fall under those treacherous categories. The only thing to console myself is that all three plays took less than several hours to complete. Maybe 2 hours for Tom, Jane, I’m not sure. I’ve got drafts that vary a lot from the actual one and I did two acts on different days.

But I know Chuck’s Lily was kinda a failure. It tooked 2 separate days as well cos I had something of a writer’s block urging me to munch on something. And after that munch, I no longer want to continue anymore. And it was the only one I had to go back and alter the lines to make room for new ideas. I chnaged my direction 3 times at a certain junction when Chuck was throwing his shoes out. And after finishing it, I did not have the sense of satisfaction like I did with the last two.

But I did like the starting part as well as the idea. The way it ended was lame. Thanks to Snow Patrol and their emo music (at least the tracks I’m listening to). Perhaps I’m gonna edit it and re-publish but well, I dunno.

Starting a co-novel with someone about something real-life and lame. I’m skeptical about real-life stuff cos I can only write in abstract. So I sorta changed the entire style into something alike of Animal Farm. But no worries, it will be alright. I always make myself sound stupid and dweeb for humour to sustain readers. And this blog is getting much less of a blog since fictionpress came into my life. Anyway, I never liked to talk about myself.

I’m zero, zilch. Buh-bye. And that’s 2 minutes of my life hacking away at the keyboard.