A Lunar New Year

  Sorry... I kinda lost my tempo back there... This post will be a totally different one.

  Red packets slip into our hands and piggy-banks as if they were mails and envelopes since the 80's. Families, friends, family's friends, everyone would visit one another for reunion gatherings. Nothing could feel better than seeing those familiar faces becoming unfamiliar with age. Nothing could feel any better than sharing the life of one another from the previous year, 2011, when chances of seeing one another was rare. Could any family-related business be any more enjoyable than a reunion dinner with a steamboat filled with shellfishes, fish-balls and cash, followed by an original yu sheng with raw salmon?

  This year is quite different. We didn't have yu sheng and we didn't have salmons either. We enjoyed the Lunar  New Year by watching local and Malaysian comedies. Our steam-boat soup was different this year, with lobster soup instead of chicken or spicy or whatever one can think of, thanks to this very generous colleague of my dad's who got them cheap somewhere "in this world". The house was filled with prosperous silence, as my brothers had their reunions online with what "many" friends they have. Both my brothers celebrated Lunar New Year by giving and taking "pwns" in DotA. All my friends weren't free because they have their own reunion gatherings with their relatives, although I do suspect one or two of them are too busy playing weird video games and watching pornography(Particularly ....... and .... .... Well, this is the Internet, so I don't intend to name them)

  These days, I have nothing better to do at home, so I went to work-out in gyms and swimming pools. The point is, because everyone had to go to school and stuff, we couldn't go overseas and visit our relatives there. These days, I wouldn't mind not using Facebook and stuff. There is this huge change in me that makes me miss some of my Best Friends ever since the 'O' Levels ended. I guess I'm not the only one who suffers this torment...

  A brand new year. A brand new life. A brand new brand for us. Let the Year of the Dragon give birth to children with extraordinary dreams, and a new pair of wings to those whose wings have already worn, and a brand new set of dreams for the dreamers, and brand new branded hand-bags that can at least avoid using the skins of those poor animals... D:

Illusion (Continued?!)

 I am really starting to wonder who the hell is that asshole messing with my brain during my sleep. Is there really  such a person who can hijack into someone's brain during their sleep and input those messy illusions to scare their victim? Really... It's either that, or I watched too much violent movies or did something that deserves me a bad karma, reflected in subconsciousness.

  Unlike yesterday night when I dreamed of nuclear mutation and cannibalism, today, I dreamed of something which shares the same view of "apocalypse". Not man-made, though. It was a tsunami hitting our country, wiping out at least 65% of the population. Similarly, I had unnatural abilities beyond an average human, however it had nothing to do with killing and fighting. It was unnatural stamina and running speed. I was able to escape the tsunami, at the expense of the lives of people I could have aided with a bit of effort should I have done so...

  Again, there was this indifferent reaction among people, including my own family, of fearing death and grabbing any opportunities available to survive, including sacrificing wealth for personal shelter, and inhumanely, killing others for one's own survival. An instance I had observed was some random person attempting to push my elder brother off the bridge as my elder brother was in front of him, running slower than him. I find it somewhat hilarious that I had this totally different reaction from everyone else in the dreams ALL THE TIME. An instance would be me running up the stairs of the HDB to grab food and medical supplies a few seconds before the tsunami swallowed the entire building, starting from the top floor where I lived in. Yet I had no sense of fear... It could have been the same instincts I had in my previous dream, not fearing death, or I could have realized it was just a dream...

  How I wished my head would stop coming up with such illusions... Is it really testing me? Is it taunting my fear? As long as I am still alive and breathing and human, I will NEVER believe in an apocalypse. So what if it is 2012? Isn't it still a year in the calender? People are just pissed off by the skyrocketing population. People just want to reduce the population by coming up with horrible fairy tales that are themed with fear, death, chaos, and Tribulation.

Illusion

  This is about a spooky nightmare I had last night about a world crisis. It might have been a reply for the previous post by someone who read it and had strange abilities to hijack into a person's dreams and create mental images to scare him or her or it. Either ways, the nightmare felt like an apocalypse because the environment and the reaction of everyone towards the sequence of events were chaotic and panicky and stuff. Worse still, the only person who reacted differently was ME. Was it supposed to be natural, or had my ego already sensed it to be a dream and thus false? I woke up having a hard time trying to accept how dead quiet the room was initially...

  It went like this: The world was plagued by some black goo which started somewhere in my primary school... I think it was the music room. I wasn't the first to notice it. People who did simply backed away from it. I also cautiously backed away from it, however as the gooey thing rose from the floor, a small drop fell on the back of my right palm, closer to the last finger. It became a permanent mark, grey as cloth-dust and hot as magma. People backed away from ME too. Then my ex-teacher Mr Lye came and sort of "comforted" me and assured that I would be all right. A moment later, the music room blacked out for around 3 seconds. Then after that, the goo was gone. Surrounding us was blood and severed limbs everywhere. Felt like I was in an NC16 movie.

  We escaped the music room and then the school reported that everyone evacuate from the school to the nearest government shelter where "sufficient security and survival-necessities are sheltered from nuclear-radiated land". Everyone ran towards the nearby shelter immediately, but I took a detour to check on friends and family, while attempting to inspect the nuclear disaster. That time, I thought I was infected and I only had a few hours or days left.

  Then something, which I never wanted and never imagined would ever happen, happened. Since it was just a dream, I shall describe in the least tragic way possible: My primary school friends went all physical against one another. B.X was caught by some police for "trespassing" Bran's house, and Bran took a claw hammer and attempted to drive the clawed-side of the hammer into his head, but I stopped him by snatching the hammer and tossing it as far away as I could before proceeding to lock his arms and prevent him from harming B.X... The most horrible part of the dream, that is... Seriously, how could best friends possibly get into a physical fight and hurt one another in the attempt of killing one another???

  Next thing I knew was... An hour later, figuring out that I was still alive despite the infection, some people began to mutate into abominations and possessed supernatural strengths and became cannibals. They ripped limbs and heads off survivors. They feasted on human flesh. Survivors became frantic and ran away as far as they can, as fast as they can, and some even hid in between card-boards and garbage cans, yet they didn't last long... The wealthier ones bought spaces in government shelters to shelter themselves and their loved ones, but even the shelters didn't protect their wealthy lives any longer than those who fled and hid within garbage... Some others managed to survive the mutant ordeal and fled, including B.X who managed to escape the false polices, and Bran who snapped out of his moment of insanity and went on to fight off abominations with looted firearms from deceased soldiers.

  The goo didn't shorten my life. In fact, it mutated me. I didn't become an abomination, nor did I become a zombie. My physical looks remained unchanged, but I gained unnatural strength and agility. I became something beyond humanity... What happened that could have got this nightmare "film" and award for comical action was that I began fighting off abominations three times my size, unarmed. Both mutants AND Man thus abhorred me, and began hunting my head. The mutants fought me relentlessly, forcing me to retreat  for as long as I can possible, and military simply treated me as one of those dangerous human-turned-creatures.

  As I woke up, I found myself with cold sweat over my forehead. I checked my right hand, nothing was there. I didn't hear any sound coming from the living room, and was somewhat worried it was true. When I checked my house... Boy... I was glad my mom was still asleep. I realized how chaotic it would be if cannibalism and mutation and war-for-survival actually was true... Just an illusion, I suppose...

Another Revelation

  It has been a long time since I posted something. I didn't know where to start. I didn't have anything worth talking about. Nothing interesting. Okay... One thing that is slightly interesting is that I have decided to resign from the dreaded part-time job I am in. I wasn't convinced to quit; I decided to quit in my own accord. I don't want to turn into a zombie, you know...

  These days, I find myself rotting at home and practically doing nothing. My "friends" never replied my messages to hang-out or work-out or anything. Does starting a new life include avoiding friends in school and meditating at home or stuff? I am not angry about it, but just feel annoyed because of the lack of manners of my former friends not even replying my messages. Of course, I haven't asked EVERYONE to hang out with, for I sensed that they too have their personal schedules. Others whom I dare not disturb include friends in their fifth year of secondary education. Sigh... Wish I could go back to my school with a couple of friends and "friends" and pay a tribute to our former teachers and mentors. Speaking of teachers, I met my Elementary Mathematics(AND Additional Mathematics) teacher, Mr Chong, while at work. Apparently, he was with his spouse(or girlfriend, not sure) in a humble sushi restaurant for dinner.

  This year is the Year of the Water Dragon. This is also the year with superficial beliefs that an apocalypse is about to terrorize our world. There were all those bullshit about Tribulation, natural disasters, nuclear accidents, floods and tsunamis from the Water Dragon drowning civilization, zombie apocalypse, Chicken God pecking out peoples' eyes, blah blah blah... I don't believe such stuff will ever happen, and I doubt people want to speculate too much about them. Problem is, as we slowly inch towards December 21st, more and more people will become scared. More people will fear an apocalypse. That means more people will start to believe in the apocalypse. As more people believe in it, possibilities of it happening will only 'rocket'. Truth is... I totally don't believe in such stuff. What I think is that people are merely pissed off by the fact that the population skyrockets because more people are willing to bear children in the Year of the Dragon, believing it to be prosperous, and hope something will wipe the population. Selfish, isn't it?

  I am content so long as no one gets hurt.