The Funeral March
Beethoven

(Off my blog song and play this instead)


Many people complained that life is like hell. What s living hell?

Hell is when u see yr city bein' burnt down. Families scattered, smell of charred bodies. Unbearable screaming and pleading from every corner of the town. U ve got no where else to go, no one else to hang on to.

U re so busy running and hiding, previously from air raids and now from ground troops. They came to destroy, kill and burn. U have no time to think of yr love ones as u are focusing on how to run, where to run.

The image of how yr mum tried to protect yr little brother still lingers in yr mind. Nothin' on earth could separate the love of a mum from her child but u know love is so fragile in the face of fire. U ran becoz yr dad told u to. U looked back and u saw yr mum lying motionless on the floor. A demon with a sword held yr little brother with his bayonet sticking in him. His is crying but the demon is smiling while blood drips onto his face. The next moment, u heard a bang. Nt a big impact, just a soft bang. U saw yr dad collasping near a wall where he hit his head onto.

U ran, no tears, just fears. The fear took hold of yr emotion. U cant feel sad nor angry.. u re totally taken control by yr instincts. U ran and couldn stop cause no where is safe. Every corner lurks a demon, a persistant demon.

And finally u gave up. U hid yrself in one of the holes. U re not sure where u are. Just a hole that u wish could conceal u. For days u kept mum. No words. And the death of yr love ones played through with dawn and sunrise.

U decided nt to hide anymore, u walked out to the streets. Buildings are on fire, smoke coming everywhere. The demons arent there anymore. No more screaming, no more pleading, no more bombings nor gunshots. There s only the silence of the dead. The only time u saw this many dead is when u destroyed an entire ants' colony in the past. And now, those werent ants. Those were people like u. Laid there motionless like dead leaves on the ground.

The streets are not dyed red to yr surprise. Its not red at all its just black. Charred heads and bodies, dried blood on the ground. And u realised yr steps became heavier. Not because yr re tired but becoz u feel sticky. yr feet stick to the ground as the blood on the ground starts to dry up.

U needa drink, u walk to the nearest river. U can see where s the bank.. u only saw bodies on the sides.. they stacked on each other like sardines. but still, u need a drink.. U crawl towards the body, crawled on top of them. Struggle yr way to the nearest point of water source. U cant see if its water or ink. U can see thru the water anymore. U drank, u puked and u cried.

U strolled yr way down the streets once again, u heard voices. U realised its a radio broadcast from a half working radio from a nearby dried goods store. And u stopped to listen..

"To the people of China, Shanghai was breached in 2 hrs of the attack. And now Nanking is losing its ground. Hereby, I delicate this song to the people of China.
the Funeral March by Beethoven."

U listened and said,"i do not need a funeral when I am oredi in hell."

During the Japan's invasion, the soldiers went crazy. Journey too long, killings too many. They kill, they rob, they rape and they laugh.

This is living hell. Guess we need to take a deep breathe and ask ourselves, are we living in hell or heaven now. Jia you ba everyone.

Stevi
The Ultimate Arse

Ok.. today is a bad book out day.. normally daddy will fetch me.. but we ve been relocated to PLC @ Jurong for a month.. so i decided to be a better son and take public instead.. i think its been so long i actually take a mrt..

I was at boon lay station.. and i went to get the 'green card' to take a ride to jurong east station to take a bus hm.. i approach the ticketing machine.. stared at it for a good 2-3mins.. and realised ppl behind me are staring at me.. lol.. its damn funny.. and after some hassle.. i got the machine to work.. haha.. got my card and i walk off like an alien.. ppl must be thinking.. "wth, is this guy a white blangadash or what.. ?" cant even buy a ticket properly..

When i reached jurong east station.. i being to wonder.. how come i lose my ability to take public transport? even taking the escalator up the platform is damn uneasy for me.. and i actually have the urge to flag a cab and head straight hm.. but for a moment i think.. " hey, so what u re not driving today? life goes on.. i need to familiarized myself again.. i need to relearnt how to take mrt and bus confortably again!!

so i reluctuntly walk towards the bus waiting area.. waited for a good half an hr.. the bus still isnt movin.. i began to curse myself.. "why didnt u drive today!!!" and while i m busying blaming the whole shit.. the bus captain appeared.. and yay.. its finally boarding passengers.. so i decided to keep my cool.. and get my fare out my pocket.. i didnt remember how much must i pay to get back hm.. so i have like 4-5 dollars of coins in my pockets.. thats how serious i am. and with my hands full of coins.. i ask the captain politely.. "uncle ar.. here to bedok how much huh?" then he think for a good 5sec then say.. 1.80.. ok after i paid the fare.. i walk to my seat and as usual i chose the last seat on the right.. and i began to feel as though i was transported back to few years ago when i am so used to taking bus..

and there s many stations.. lots of different kind of ppl alight and board.. of coz like most guys.. i secretly hoped for some angel with wings will board and show me the million dollars smile.. but half way.. a giantic, enormous, hugmongus indian lady sat infront of my.. blocking like 70% of my view to the bus.. i only can see the TV mobile in front of me.. of in fact.. half the tv mobile.. and i was so pissed off.. if u guys know me.. i dun like ppl blocking infront of me.. be it driving or walking.. or anything! and I have a good 45mins block before she alighted.. and immediately i felt the stagnant air moving again.. i cant stand stagnant air.. thats y i always wind down my windows while driving. so dun mind my always messy hair.. haha..

and after 2hrs of hedious bus ride.. i reached hm.. and i swear never to take a bus again.

So.. moral of e story?

Life is like travelling.. its wither u take a bus or drive a car.

take a bus.. journey s slow.. but get to meet many ppl.. sometimes will have major obstacles blocking yr way.. but definitely.. its either u give up and get down the bus or u reach yr destination.

drive a car.. reach yr destination fast.. lonely trip. and more dangerous lo..

haha.. i sunddenly feel very tired to continue.. need to have my daily 12hrs sleep. so due to my very tired eyes and fingers.. i cant type animore.. gd nite guys. cya soon.

Stevi
The Ultimate Sleeper (as in sleep)