these past few days i've been doing some pretty strange things while sorting the mess out in my room to facilitate the much dreaded packing process come time for me to get the luggage out. and from a bunch of magazines under my bed (literally), i fished out a book that looked interestingly familiar.
it was roald dahl's collection of short stories. and being the bored soul that i was and still am, i decided that what the heck, i might as well read it again since i can't really remember any of it (if i ever even read it that is).
and as fortune (or fate) would have it, it was only short stories. i just couldn't imagine myself going through a full length book at this juncture. it's been a while since i last touched anything that even remotely resembled material worthy of actual reading.
and i finished the book cover to cover twice before realizing that i couldn't stop reading it. roald dahl had never interested me like he did other kids. i'd always been more of a tom clancy/dale brown kind of guy. but somehow i got hooked this time round. maybe it's his dark, sinister writing style, maybe it's the cynical, black-comedy sort of narrative.
and the story that stood out for me was lambs to the slaughter. somehow when you're a kid you never think too much reading these type of stories. you merely treat them as fictitious work with no apparent motive other than to entertain. but i guess as you grow older you can see the writer's intentions much more clearly and you start to hypothesize about certain hidden agendas, much like how roald dahl was trying to reflect the depravity, violence and cruelty in our societies. that's how i saw it anyway.
other than being an interesting read, the title has again inflicted memories of the good old school days. as we all know too well, this time of year is the often apprehended block tests (aka blocks) season.
the signs are ominous and those eleventh-hour buddha feet unsurprisingly in hot demand among the resident school population. besides the disappointing fact that the holidays have come to an end, most people are probably crapping their pants over the prospect of a catastrophic failure.
like lambs to the slaughter, how very appropriete.
+listening to: yer blues by jeff healey
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Sunday, June 22
| lambs to the slaughter |  |
Tuesday, April 15
| ah the good ol' days | |
found some photos on my hard disk this morning, some of them i've never actually seen before. and then all of a sudden certain memories started flooding back.
the strange thing is, i have no recollection at all of some of the photos, and they all look really funny/weird.
ok this one seems random, but...look closely at the background xD
click on read more below for more photos!
cny at someone's house
林老板 frantically making business connections in search of more prosperity even during the chinese new year holidays. note the unidentified item in his right hand: it's actually a gold nugget
whose guitar is this?
again, someone's house o.O
yi-en's exposé
that is definitely not my bag i'm holding
where is this and what the hell are we doing???
zi high!edit: on my way home i bought a bar of hershey's cookies and cream. oh man it tasted so good. i haven't had it since... secondary school i think. it's another one of those nostalgic moment where every other day on my way home i'd make a detour to the 7 eleven just to get a bar of cookies and cream, that's until the bus interchange moved like 10 million miles away a few years back. the good ol' days...
+listening to: the great explorers by frank gambale
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