Use your imagination
" I open my eyes, and as I take my 1st conscious breath, I see magnificient golden rays of sunlight filtering through the naked windows. Nature's symphony already proceeding with the chirping of birds, far away muffled barking and late insects headed back to their lairs. The tiltating aroma of freshly brewed coffee teases my already pampered senses, as I slip out of my bed in a zen-like state. I am the picture of serenity. Peace is me, and I am peace."
Albert wishes he could say that that is the truth, or that that is only a slightly exaggerated version of the reality. But come on, get real. Its the holidays, Albert's worst time of the year. He knows you all are probably flabbergasted, but really, in Albert's world, holidays are all hype. So here in real life, this is how it really goes.
"I am having a nice dream. Neighbour's stupid mutt wakes me up. I am blinded be the immense amout of light that burns my eyes. I curse the last person who pulled the curtain apart(which incidentally is me). I freak out seeing the cockroach I thought I killed last night on the wall opposite me. I jump out of my bed as I assume that the roach is back with a vengence. I knock over the table and fall to the floor like I'm van Nistelrooy diving for a penalty. I curse the person who put the table there( guess who). I stumble forward, then have my ear drums busted by my mom yelling at me to finish my already cold breakfast. Great, cold, bland coffee my mom's style. The curse is probably working already."
Sigh.
The thing is he misses school, in fact he dreams about his friends almost everday, going back to school on the first day of form 5, and his beloved friends engaging in certain activities in his dream that he was glad he woke up from before it happened. The monotenous repetitve routine during the holidays is starting to drain any bit of life that he has left in him. The cycle of banality is really starting to get to him. Not to mention his mom who is starting to irritate Albert with her lectures, like 10 nails screeching in elaborate zig-zag patterns on a big blackboard, slowly, grating the goo-ey substance that is his brain into thin little strips of pinkish matter, thread by thread.
But Albert remembers the words of a wise man. A wise, obnoxious man. A wise, obnoxious man in a purple dinosaur suit. A wise, obnoxious man in a purple dinosaur suit prancing around in a hit children's show that is way past its sell by date. He says: " Use your imagination." Three powerfull words. "Use your @#%$ imagination" Oops, thats 4.
(Shereena is expecting to be mentioned here, but sorry hon, only thing mildly related to you here is the colour purple, but really, Albert did draw some degree of inspiration from you for this post)
It is mildly disconcerting when one has to resort to taking advise from a man who jumps around excitedly in his airtight purple suit like he just farted in it. But then again, when one is in such dire straits, anything goes. Well, here goes. Lets imagine that the next 42 days of the holidays is not gonna be that bad. Maybe I might just wake up on the right side of the bed(although theres is only one side to get out of from my bed as it is against a wall). Maybe every day might just start out nice, like this:
" I open my eyes, and as I take my 1st concsious breath, I see magnificient golden rays of sunlight filtering through the naked windows. Nature's symphony already proceeding with the chirping of birds, far away muffled barking and late insects headed back to their lairs. The tiltating aroma of freshly brewed coffee teases my already pampered senses, as I slip out of my bed in a zen-like state. I am the picture of serenity. Peace is me, and I am peace."
Right.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Take the lead, please.
Albert and his favorite online companion, a girl, were IM-ing. Actually it is the same aforementioned girl in the previous post. Apparently, she was soo overwhelmed with the apologetic posting that she couldn’t help but allow her heart to just melt away, along with any bitterness towards Albert. Soo much so that she and Albert decided to kiss and make up (not literally of course, it’s a bloody metaphor), and forgive and forget, for the best of their friendship. Maybe it was partly because she just can’t get enough of him, it’s a wonder what a few well chosen words in a blog posting can do. Alright then, better stop gloating, she might just be reading this too, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Alright, back to the topic.
They stumbled unto the topic of dancing. And considering that this special girl has been a dancefloor hogger since kingdom come, and Albert, well lets just say theres a damn good reason why he hopes that his dancing ability is in no way related to his sexual prowess, a la that Animal Planet episode(which was also mentioned before here), this girl then indulged in the ultimate deed of magnanimity- she decided to give him some tips.
Albert told the girl his motto when it comes to dancing, that he would simply "talk" the girl out of noticing his pathetic dancing abilities, hoping that he can just cross his fingers and engage in conversation with the girl, since his body language isnt going to be anything close to decipherable. Which the girl then promptly in no uncertain terms let Albert know that that was THE lamest thing she had ever heard. Give him a break, desperate dudes resort to desperate measures. Besides, its just freestyle dancing isnt it, what's the worst that could happen?
Now you think that the following statement is probably going to contradict the previous one isnt it? You’re damn right about that.
She could dirty dance you, she says. Yeah, like THATS gonna happen. The only chance of that happening is that if theres a sexy song playing in the background, like maybe Buttons or Promiscuous, which happen to be hot songs that are played quite frequently. The imminent possibility then dawned on Albert. Gulp. He is definately all ears now.
Accoording to the girl( havent got exclusive rights to her name, since she is particularly sensitive about it), if she dances close to you, that means you should probably hold her. But one must also afford the girl enough space to do her own "thing", since she herself would'nt like following a guy's lead. Now, seemingly self-contradictory statements which are soo subjective on how a helpless guy should reciprocate when faced with do-or-face-humiliation-on-the-dancefloor situations do not help much to quell any anxiety, in fact, God forbid, it might even confuse a poor guy like Albert. He can already imagine holding and "unholding" a girl in such rapid succession that she would probably think he was groping her. Lets all together now sigh and shake our heads.
Whats that? Its all about body language? Its easy for you to sit there and think that, unless you happen to be a good dancer, then you can tell Albert about body language. Hell, if it came down to body language he would be bloody speaking in tongues dammit! He's pretty much a no hoper. Lets all sigh again.
So now, if you would kindly excuse Albert and all the expletives that were mindlessly ejaculated (yes that word has more that one usage), he has to download a couple of excerpts of Dancing for Dummies and persuade his favourite mop to practice with him(at least it wont dirty dance him).
Albert and his favorite online companion, a girl, were IM-ing. Actually it is the same aforementioned girl in the previous post. Apparently, she was soo overwhelmed with the apologetic posting that she couldn’t help but allow her heart to just melt away, along with any bitterness towards Albert. Soo much so that she and Albert decided to kiss and make up (not literally of course, it’s a bloody metaphor), and forgive and forget, for the best of their friendship. Maybe it was partly because she just can’t get enough of him, it’s a wonder what a few well chosen words in a blog posting can do. Alright then, better stop gloating, she might just be reading this too, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Alright, back to the topic.
They stumbled unto the topic of dancing. And considering that this special girl has been a dancefloor hogger since kingdom come, and Albert, well lets just say theres a damn good reason why he hopes that his dancing ability is in no way related to his sexual prowess, a la that Animal Planet episode(which was also mentioned before here), this girl then indulged in the ultimate deed of magnanimity- she decided to give him some tips.
Albert told the girl his motto when it comes to dancing, that he would simply "talk" the girl out of noticing his pathetic dancing abilities, hoping that he can just cross his fingers and engage in conversation with the girl, since his body language isnt going to be anything close to decipherable. Which the girl then promptly in no uncertain terms let Albert know that that was THE lamest thing she had ever heard. Give him a break, desperate dudes resort to desperate measures. Besides, its just freestyle dancing isnt it, what's the worst that could happen?
Now you think that the following statement is probably going to contradict the previous one isnt it? You’re damn right about that.
She could dirty dance you, she says. Yeah, like THATS gonna happen. The only chance of that happening is that if theres a sexy song playing in the background, like maybe Buttons or Promiscuous, which happen to be hot songs that are played quite frequently. The imminent possibility then dawned on Albert. Gulp. He is definately all ears now.
Accoording to the girl( havent got exclusive rights to her name, since she is particularly sensitive about it), if she dances close to you, that means you should probably hold her. But one must also afford the girl enough space to do her own "thing", since she herself would'nt like following a guy's lead. Now, seemingly self-contradictory statements which are soo subjective on how a helpless guy should reciprocate when faced with do-or-face-humiliation-on-the-dancefloor situations do not help much to quell any anxiety, in fact, God forbid, it might even confuse a poor guy like Albert. He can already imagine holding and "unholding" a girl in such rapid succession that she would probably think he was groping her. Lets all together now sigh and shake our heads.
Whats that? Its all about body language? Its easy for you to sit there and think that, unless you happen to be a good dancer, then you can tell Albert about body language. Hell, if it came down to body language he would be bloody speaking in tongues dammit! He's pretty much a no hoper. Lets all sigh again.
So now, if you would kindly excuse Albert and all the expletives that were mindlessly ejaculated (yes that word has more that one usage), he has to download a couple of excerpts of Dancing for Dummies and persuade his favourite mop to practice with him(at least it wont dirty dance him).
Your perception, is my reality
Perception is reality. Albert firmly believes that. It doesnt matter what the reality actually is, but instead all that matters is what people perceive the apparent reality to be. Albert is feeling a little uneasy lately, mostly because the common, decent perception of him is taking a nose dive. Bad, bad, bad.
Recently, a couple of days before the last day of school, Albert found himself among his friends, having their usual conversation to beat the terrible boredom that is accustomed with end year schooling. Suddenly, as the conversation took a direction he was reluctant to follow, he found himself having to defend a barrage of verbal attacks from his friends, and even in doing soo, still ended up on the losing end. It was as though the characters in his life had staged a mutiny against Albert and his seemingly well orchestrated life revolving around them, and they wanted to dissect his image, and find out the real ugly person inside. They came pretty close.
But a girl got pissed at him. A girl he was close to. You know who you are, you may or may not be reading this, but its meant for you. Albert has already apologised, there isnt much else he can say. So for gawd's sake, would you just forgive this jackass and cease this Cold War between you and him. He did what he did out of pure desperation just to communicate with you. He thinks the world of you, he loves to "entertain" or "bore" you whenever you feel like it. He loves to tell you about Boon Han and Eva Longoria. About the "shaft". About his stupid fascinations of other girls. He loves to listen to your stories, about your cute nieces, whether they're 16 months or 16 years old. Because its YOU! He never got a chance to reply that beautiful testimonial you sent him, mostly because he took you for granted, guess you dont know what you've got till its gone.....eh?
Perception is reality. Albert firmly believes that. It doesnt matter what the reality actually is, but instead all that matters is what people perceive the apparent reality to be. Albert is feeling a little uneasy lately, mostly because the common, decent perception of him is taking a nose dive. Bad, bad, bad.
Recently, a couple of days before the last day of school, Albert found himself among his friends, having their usual conversation to beat the terrible boredom that is accustomed with end year schooling. Suddenly, as the conversation took a direction he was reluctant to follow, he found himself having to defend a barrage of verbal attacks from his friends, and even in doing soo, still ended up on the losing end. It was as though the characters in his life had staged a mutiny against Albert and his seemingly well orchestrated life revolving around them, and they wanted to dissect his image, and find out the real ugly person inside. They came pretty close.
But a girl got pissed at him. A girl he was close to. You know who you are, you may or may not be reading this, but its meant for you. Albert has already apologised, there isnt much else he can say. So for gawd's sake, would you just forgive this jackass and cease this Cold War between you and him. He did what he did out of pure desperation just to communicate with you. He thinks the world of you, he loves to "entertain" or "bore" you whenever you feel like it. He loves to tell you about Boon Han and Eva Longoria. About the "shaft". About his stupid fascinations of other girls. He loves to listen to your stories, about your cute nieces, whether they're 16 months or 16 years old. Because its YOU! He never got a chance to reply that beautiful testimonial you sent him, mostly because he took you for granted, guess you dont know what you've got till its gone.....eh?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Christopher's party
Before Albert begins on the party, lets start on Thusday yeah? Pn Han was going on about how everyone did badly for addmath, and said that a lot of people failed add math, and Albert immediatly just started bracing himself for the worst, he really wasnt confident after doing the exam. He told himself that if he did pass he would fall to his knees as a heavenly spotlight will fall from the sky and illuminate his face and heavenly music played by angels will fill his ears as tears of joy flow down his cheeks. He really thought he wouldnt pass. But then good old Gao-cant-wait-for-paper-to-be-given-out-Loong decided to do some snooping around brought forth good news. Gao Loong reported that Albert got 46, a pass. Then he started rattling off on other people's marks but that didnt matter, this was the best thing that Gao Loong had ever told him, and he was in delirious ecstasy. Nothing dramatic happened though, as he was talking to Kosheila at the time, and, well, you see, it isnt macho for tears of joy or whatever to happen. When Albert checked out his horoscope after school, it said: "Something will happen to you today, but it should have happened a long time ago." You got that right.
All right. The party. Actually it was a little get together of Chris' friends and his twin sister's friends. It would be nice to say that they met(pun fully intended) in Meeting Point, the restaurant. But no, they all pit-stopped at Tim's before going there. So, Albert shall give you the low down of how they looked.
Amritha, had a typical top. A speghetti strap. Its almost as though as if her wardrobe were full of the exact same tops, just of different colour. She had jeans, and this bag that matched her jeans. Mei Pei looked cute as usual. Shes totally not gonna stay single for long. Redreena were there too. Who you ask? You know, that single entity, who just happen to be in different bodies, Reddy and Shereena of course. Hence, Redreena. They really are soo close, they go everywhere together, do everything together, in fact if they were any closer, they would be able to feel each other's cellular mitosis.
" ooh, your cellular mitosis feels tingly today Reddy!"
"Really?! Must be the vegetable curry I had!!"(shes a vegetarian)
Nothing special about Reddy or Shereena this time, did like the earings, her footwear was some strange sandle with straps all the way up 5 or 6 inches from her heels meeting the end of her slacks. Must be the latest thing to not have slacks go all the way down. Also, one cant help, Albert stresses the "cant help" part, to notice that cleavages are somewhat dipping among girls. Probably reflects their confidence in being able to pull off the outfit. Not that he's complaining.
All right, the party.
So, they all converged at Meeting Point, its by no coincidence that this is John's Aunt's joint. Chris' dad put out Rm 400 bucks for the food, so yeah, the food was free. He had no choice but to sit next to Amritha, and opposite Shereena and Reddy( he can almost hear all your eyes rolling), There wasnt any more spacious place other than there. Notable absentees were Tess-gone to Singapore, and Dian, Amritha saying that she supposedly didnt "feel" like coming, a bit dubious that cover up excuse, or soo it seems, maybe she had some place more important to be.
They had the entire inside for themselves. 4 tables of teenagers. Appoximately 40 people there. They had a nice hearty meal, laughed, joked, talked. Amritha was entertaining conversation as usual, really, the girl really has the gift of the gab, an excellant conversationalist, mostly cause she wont stop. Shereena's loyalty to Reddy has to be commended here, she took exactly what Reddy took, which meant she skipped any meat and had to settle for fried rice only. If it were Albert he really wouldnt give a rat's ass about it, he'd whack all the food in sight. Which is exactly what he did. Its free what!
Then Sam strutted in, fashionably late(not!!), with a gorgeous girl, chinese, but had refined features that would seem like she had a little more than just chinese blood, Eurasian somewhere somehow maybe? Well, she clinged to Sam like anything, he was cordial enough to introduce her, Jo Ling her name, but Albert cant remember if he refered to her as a friend or ......... Well anyways, if she was Sam's, Albert has to say he really scored.
Then there was a buzz among the guys. Could it be for real? No way, THE Mrs Betty was coming over. Albert couldnt believe it. She was the tuition teacher for almost all the Christopher's guy friends that were there, and they would go on and on about how good looking she was, the fact that you had to call her MRS Betty is enough to make you sigh. She strolled in, sunglasses and all, and a blouse, that was soo thin that it would probably float in air, and yeah, it was kinda see-thru. Well, the verdict: She was hot. Pretty too. No wonder she's got a steady stream of students. But of course, she probably can teach as well. Sat next to Albert, making other chinese dudes considerably jealous. Albert did manage to exchange pleasentries and make her laugh a little, but Sean had to always butt in, Albert might as well afford him a little chance too. Sharing is caring.
Then John did the almost unbelievable thing ever. Albert played with the idea of John singing for the crowd when he noticed a karaoke set, but everyone quickly shot down his idea by saying John wouldnt have the guts to do it. Well, they have to eat their words then. John announced that he was going to sing, and wanted everyone to lend their ears(this is a metaphor), which was followed with a pin drop silence, as everyone was considerably suprised. Then they cheered. John asked Christina to stand close to him as it was dedicated to her. Then everyone cheered louder. You see John had talent, but he was shy. And he didnt have Christina. And soo the lyrics to Belaian Jiwa accompanied the music as John serenaded a decent effort for Christina and everyone was beside themselves as this could be right out of a movie. It was cut short as he was nervous and maybe forgot the lyrics. He then did another short snippet from High School Musical without music. Sure it sounds corny, but if you wernt there, you wouldnt have felt the emotion emating straight from his heart, and gosh, if he sang anymore, people would start crying. Christina was noticably uncomfortable, but Albert sincerely hopes, for John's sake, that he can get over her. Not that he cant get her, its just that it doesnt seem that love stories actually have a nice happy ending in real life where the couple end up riding into the sunset........ Then he hugged her at the end, maybe as a show of his jesting, or maybe thats all he could expect from her.
Then there was the traditional candle blowing after the birthday song. Did you know long ago, that it was once considered witchcraft this practice of lighted candles on cakes, then then catholic church banned it, but evidently it has come back. So Albert shall not prolong the suffering of your eyes and end you misery with a quick and abrupt ending, for a lack of better ideas and words of course. Soo, they all were merry and ate, drank, joked and did what teenagers do. Then they left just as the rain started pouring, damn weather. Soo the guys all crashed at, guess where? Tim's house of course!
Before Albert begins on the party, lets start on Thusday yeah? Pn Han was going on about how everyone did badly for addmath, and said that a lot of people failed add math, and Albert immediatly just started bracing himself for the worst, he really wasnt confident after doing the exam. He told himself that if he did pass he would fall to his knees as a heavenly spotlight will fall from the sky and illuminate his face and heavenly music played by angels will fill his ears as tears of joy flow down his cheeks. He really thought he wouldnt pass. But then good old Gao-cant-wait-for-paper-to-be-given-out-Loong decided to do some snooping around brought forth good news. Gao Loong reported that Albert got 46, a pass. Then he started rattling off on other people's marks but that didnt matter, this was the best thing that Gao Loong had ever told him, and he was in delirious ecstasy. Nothing dramatic happened though, as he was talking to Kosheila at the time, and, well, you see, it isnt macho for tears of joy or whatever to happen. When Albert checked out his horoscope after school, it said: "Something will happen to you today, but it should have happened a long time ago." You got that right.
All right. The party. Actually it was a little get together of Chris' friends and his twin sister's friends. It would be nice to say that they met(pun fully intended) in Meeting Point, the restaurant. But no, they all pit-stopped at Tim's before going there. So, Albert shall give you the low down of how they looked.
Amritha, had a typical top. A speghetti strap. Its almost as though as if her wardrobe were full of the exact same tops, just of different colour. She had jeans, and this bag that matched her jeans. Mei Pei looked cute as usual. Shes totally not gonna stay single for long. Redreena were there too. Who you ask? You know, that single entity, who just happen to be in different bodies, Reddy and Shereena of course. Hence, Redreena. They really are soo close, they go everywhere together, do everything together, in fact if they were any closer, they would be able to feel each other's cellular mitosis.
" ooh, your cellular mitosis feels tingly today Reddy!"
"Really?! Must be the vegetable curry I had!!"(shes a vegetarian)
Nothing special about Reddy or Shereena this time, did like the earings, her footwear was some strange sandle with straps all the way up 5 or 6 inches from her heels meeting the end of her slacks. Must be the latest thing to not have slacks go all the way down. Also, one cant help, Albert stresses the "cant help" part, to notice that cleavages are somewhat dipping among girls. Probably reflects their confidence in being able to pull off the outfit. Not that he's complaining.
All right, the party.
So, they all converged at Meeting Point, its by no coincidence that this is John's Aunt's joint. Chris' dad put out Rm 400 bucks for the food, so yeah, the food was free. He had no choice but to sit next to Amritha, and opposite Shereena and Reddy( he can almost hear all your eyes rolling), There wasnt any more spacious place other than there. Notable absentees were Tess-gone to Singapore, and Dian, Amritha saying that she supposedly didnt "feel" like coming, a bit dubious that cover up excuse, or soo it seems, maybe she had some place more important to be.
They had the entire inside for themselves. 4 tables of teenagers. Appoximately 40 people there. They had a nice hearty meal, laughed, joked, talked. Amritha was entertaining conversation as usual, really, the girl really has the gift of the gab, an excellant conversationalist, mostly cause she wont stop. Shereena's loyalty to Reddy has to be commended here, she took exactly what Reddy took, which meant she skipped any meat and had to settle for fried rice only. If it were Albert he really wouldnt give a rat's ass about it, he'd whack all the food in sight. Which is exactly what he did. Its free what!
Then Sam strutted in, fashionably late(not!!), with a gorgeous girl, chinese, but had refined features that would seem like she had a little more than just chinese blood, Eurasian somewhere somehow maybe? Well, she clinged to Sam like anything, he was cordial enough to introduce her, Jo Ling her name, but Albert cant remember if he refered to her as a friend or ......... Well anyways, if she was Sam's, Albert has to say he really scored.
Then there was a buzz among the guys. Could it be for real? No way, THE Mrs Betty was coming over. Albert couldnt believe it. She was the tuition teacher for almost all the Christopher's guy friends that were there, and they would go on and on about how good looking she was, the fact that you had to call her MRS Betty is enough to make you sigh. She strolled in, sunglasses and all, and a blouse, that was soo thin that it would probably float in air, and yeah, it was kinda see-thru. Well, the verdict: She was hot. Pretty too. No wonder she's got a steady stream of students. But of course, she probably can teach as well. Sat next to Albert, making other chinese dudes considerably jealous. Albert did manage to exchange pleasentries and make her laugh a little, but Sean had to always butt in, Albert might as well afford him a little chance too. Sharing is caring.
Then John did the almost unbelievable thing ever. Albert played with the idea of John singing for the crowd when he noticed a karaoke set, but everyone quickly shot down his idea by saying John wouldnt have the guts to do it. Well, they have to eat their words then. John announced that he was going to sing, and wanted everyone to lend their ears(this is a metaphor), which was followed with a pin drop silence, as everyone was considerably suprised. Then they cheered. John asked Christina to stand close to him as it was dedicated to her. Then everyone cheered louder. You see John had talent, but he was shy. And he didnt have Christina. And soo the lyrics to Belaian Jiwa accompanied the music as John serenaded a decent effort for Christina and everyone was beside themselves as this could be right out of a movie. It was cut short as he was nervous and maybe forgot the lyrics. He then did another short snippet from High School Musical without music. Sure it sounds corny, but if you wernt there, you wouldnt have felt the emotion emating straight from his heart, and gosh, if he sang anymore, people would start crying. Christina was noticably uncomfortable, but Albert sincerely hopes, for John's sake, that he can get over her. Not that he cant get her, its just that it doesnt seem that love stories actually have a nice happy ending in real life where the couple end up riding into the sunset........ Then he hugged her at the end, maybe as a show of his jesting, or maybe thats all he could expect from her.
Then there was the traditional candle blowing after the birthday song. Did you know long ago, that it was once considered witchcraft this practice of lighted candles on cakes, then then catholic church banned it, but evidently it has come back. So Albert shall not prolong the suffering of your eyes and end you misery with a quick and abrupt ending, for a lack of better ideas and words of course. Soo, they all were merry and ate, drank, joked and did what teenagers do. Then they left just as the rain started pouring, damn weather. Soo the guys all crashed at, guess where? Tim's house of course!
I dunno, I really dont.
Albert in the midst of a dull one-way conversation with Bernoulli, Pascal and Archimedes who were being very dogmatic in forcing loads of principles, laws and unit conversions down his throat(physics exam tomorrow) when his mom rudely interrupted: "Have you decided what you want to do?"
There is always a staple answer for these seemingly rhetorical questions. Being a teenager, " I dunno" is a convenient reply to everything. ie, "Have you eaten?" "I dunno." "How do you feel" " I dunno." , "what happened to your extensive vocab" " I dunno." and such. Each well timed exactly 2 seconds after the question is asked, and all similarly monotoneous.
Soo what did he reply? " I dunno." "Well figure it out." her short retort came back.
He did try to ignore the question, but then looking at the physics conference he was about to retreat to, he figured a little detour wouldnt hurt. So he exited the imaginary room, walked past Bio, and Chem rooms and down the corridor, and exited thru an imaginary door that said "Study". He went down the well lit imaginary hall, took a right and stood in front of a door that his imagination rarely traveled to. The door creaked as he opened it, held the detached door knob in his hand( he tried to be gentle) and shut it behind him. It was a musty and old place. He waded thru cobwebs. Turned on the light. Here he was, in room "Ambition", located on the right of his brain.
He then started to sift thru old files.
3 years old. Wanted to be a garbage collector. Because he could then hang onto the side of the truck as it gobbled up tons of trash. Didnt know what body odour was then, now he does, soo he'll pass on this one.
5 years old. Wanted to be a construction worker. Because they built big, real buildings, and he could only build with Lego. He was fair then, skin colour and sun burns didnt matter to him. Now he's dark and it matters to him. Pass.
10 years old. Wanted to be a doctor. Because mom brainwashed him to do soo. He didnt know then he had to at least like bio or do well in it. P-A-S-S!!
12 years old. Dear old friend, Evelyn Toh Kheng Liong, of the same age, wanted to be a psychiatrist. Had too much foresight for her age, so naturally she was teased alot. Albert considered it, but not seriously until now. Possible.
14 years old. Wanted to be a cook. That was before the amount of culinary faux pas that was really an understatement to the kind of disasters he cooked up in the kitchen when he was an incompetent cook. A much better cook now, but he doesnt like constantly being exploited to cook for the family. A possiblity, although its pretty much wishful thinking to dream to be a high paid chef, those in hotels and all. Not much career wise. Pass.
16 years old-Wants to be a writer. He hasnt experianced much to dismiss that ambition. But looking at the history of his ambitions, it will eventually probably be dismissed. Being the optimistic person he thinks he is, lets just see how long this will last. Cons? Maybe not a very high paying job. But that's relative, cause if he were working with any leading British newspaper as a sports journalist, he would fancy his chances of watching football games live for free. Well someone has to cover the match right? So its not all about the money. Regardless its a very bright prospect. Nothing definate though.
Exits musty, depressing room through secret door leading straight to physics room.(its his imagination, he can have secret doors leading to anywhere he wants) Finds Bernoulli in a heated discussion.
"Why is it Archimedes' principle instead of Archimede's principle? Its Pascal's principle isnt it?" "Good point my good man," replied Pascal. "ahh, the english expert is here, Albert, lets ask him," suggested Archimedes.
" Your all supposed to be dead and neither of you actually speak english, your're a figment of my imagination, and your're suppose to help me with physics, soo do you think I really care-" Albert was cut off by his mom,
" So, have you decided"
She looked like she actually expected Albert to figure out what he wanted to do with his life in the 2 minutes that she left him after posing the question. What did he say?-
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" I dunno"
Albert in the midst of a dull one-way conversation with Bernoulli, Pascal and Archimedes who were being very dogmatic in forcing loads of principles, laws and unit conversions down his throat(physics exam tomorrow) when his mom rudely interrupted: "Have you decided what you want to do?"
There is always a staple answer for these seemingly rhetorical questions. Being a teenager, " I dunno" is a convenient reply to everything. ie, "Have you eaten?" "I dunno." "How do you feel" " I dunno." , "what happened to your extensive vocab" " I dunno." and such. Each well timed exactly 2 seconds after the question is asked, and all similarly monotoneous.
Soo what did he reply? " I dunno." "Well figure it out." her short retort came back.
He did try to ignore the question, but then looking at the physics conference he was about to retreat to, he figured a little detour wouldnt hurt. So he exited the imaginary room, walked past Bio, and Chem rooms and down the corridor, and exited thru an imaginary door that said "Study". He went down the well lit imaginary hall, took a right and stood in front of a door that his imagination rarely traveled to. The door creaked as he opened it, held the detached door knob in his hand( he tried to be gentle) and shut it behind him. It was a musty and old place. He waded thru cobwebs. Turned on the light. Here he was, in room "Ambition", located on the right of his brain.
He then started to sift thru old files.
3 years old. Wanted to be a garbage collector. Because he could then hang onto the side of the truck as it gobbled up tons of trash. Didnt know what body odour was then, now he does, soo he'll pass on this one.
5 years old. Wanted to be a construction worker. Because they built big, real buildings, and he could only build with Lego. He was fair then, skin colour and sun burns didnt matter to him. Now he's dark and it matters to him. Pass.
10 years old. Wanted to be a doctor. Because mom brainwashed him to do soo. He didnt know then he had to at least like bio or do well in it. P-A-S-S!!
12 years old. Dear old friend, Evelyn Toh Kheng Liong, of the same age, wanted to be a psychiatrist. Had too much foresight for her age, so naturally she was teased alot. Albert considered it, but not seriously until now. Possible.
14 years old. Wanted to be a cook. That was before the amount of culinary faux pas that was really an understatement to the kind of disasters he cooked up in the kitchen when he was an incompetent cook. A much better cook now, but he doesnt like constantly being exploited to cook for the family. A possiblity, although its pretty much wishful thinking to dream to be a high paid chef, those in hotels and all. Not much career wise. Pass.
16 years old-Wants to be a writer. He hasnt experianced much to dismiss that ambition. But looking at the history of his ambitions, it will eventually probably be dismissed. Being the optimistic person he thinks he is, lets just see how long this will last. Cons? Maybe not a very high paying job. But that's relative, cause if he were working with any leading British newspaper as a sports journalist, he would fancy his chances of watching football games live for free. Well someone has to cover the match right? So its not all about the money. Regardless its a very bright prospect. Nothing definate though.
Exits musty, depressing room through secret door leading straight to physics room.(its his imagination, he can have secret doors leading to anywhere he wants) Finds Bernoulli in a heated discussion.
"Why is it Archimedes' principle instead of Archimede's principle? Its Pascal's principle isnt it?" "Good point my good man," replied Pascal. "ahh, the english expert is here, Albert, lets ask him," suggested Archimedes.
" Your all supposed to be dead and neither of you actually speak english, your're a figment of my imagination, and your're suppose to help me with physics, soo do you think I really care-" Albert was cut off by his mom,
" So, have you decided"
She looked like she actually expected Albert to figure out what he wanted to do with his life in the 2 minutes that she left him after posing the question. What did he say?-
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" I dunno"
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