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20210218

Wow 2021 y'all

Time pass - loads of things happened i dont even know where to start. If i could sum it in one word it will be PANDEMIC, i am amazed to see that this blog still exist despite the lack of post. But oh my heart i dont know how to express. This is so random i know but yeah, no context and no content.

20180417

How to determine your favourite author II

TELEVISION

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set,
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

20160214

Daily commute post no. 1 - Love is deaf

I have found what's going to be my theme to be posted here to keep my writing sanity flow. Almost everyday I do commute to work and there's so many occurrences that happened on my way of commuting using public transportation mostly in trains. I'll start with what happened on last Friday while i was commuting to work by train.

I found that the face of this guy was quite familiar. He looked like in his early 20's. Fair skin, spiky hair with slanting eyes almost squinty if he starts smiling. Together with him was a chubby girl in her black hooded sweater. She looked older than the guy. They exchanged genuine smiles and it seems like both of them were in their own world amidst a lot of people inside the jam-packed train coach. Mind you that inside the train, people don't usually make any conversation as the higher-than-normal-decibel sound made by the train moving is loud enough to stop you from starting a comfortable conversation as you'll end up shouting instead. Then I saw both of them started to converse, in a language I don't fully understand. Sign language. Then I realized that they were a deaf and mute couple (or maybe siblings I don't know)

20160210

It's been 4 years since the last post

Things have changed.
I am now an adult who just realized that i own a blog. What an interesting findings to be thought of on Wednesday night an hour before midnight. Oh there must be some trigger to this. I am currently trying to figure out life after or during a stage. Within this 4 years, once a person triggered me a reminder to check on this. I need a distraction, my mind is occupied with something addictive nobody couldn't resist. While trying to keep my sanity i should keep on writing. Though these seems senseless. Writing helps? We'll see...