Saturday, January 27, 2007
Well, as stated before, i'll be writing up my essay ( which i thought had a nice plot ) here :D lol...
though at this time of the post, it may be a lil different from the original as i don't have the original
and i cant possibly regurgitate an entire essay ( thats about 3 pages of the journal book, and 800?
words ) from memory. So, here goes ^^, and i'll prolly edit it so its nicer =3, since i was working
against the time at that moment and didnt include a few themes intended.
"No way!" i exclaimed, rising from my cold seat and frantically clasping my hands together as I stared in disbelief. To be honest, I really did not think it through when i did that and when i finally came to my senses, i realised the entire stadium had stood up as well and all of them cheered in exuberance.
I am sure most people would have the general idea of what magic means, something that is
unusual and really out of this world, a trick, an illusion. Magic has also been a large part of my life
actually. In fact, i live and breathe magic. No, I am definitely not magic master David Copperfield
or street extrodinare David Blaine. I am a 'touched' one.
As a single parent of two girls, it would have been a lie to say life was easy for me. The two were twins and sadly, they have never seen their mother. You might think, all i have to cope with is a mental barrier that is about the troublesome-ness of not having your partner helping you with the housework. However, that is but a simple prelude to the stress a single parent has. I am pretty sure any single parent would have to agree that the real stress comes from thinking about their child's future. Your own personal future is okay to be thrown away, it is always like so, but your child... that is another case.
You could say i was still managing though, trying very hard to work and retain my job at a telecommunication company while making sure i keep a fatherly, and motherly, eye on the two princesses. Thank god though, that he has given me two really sensible daughters that really share in my woe and try their best to steer out of any unneccessary trouble. It was them really, that kept me living in this world when Diana died. It was them that recharged my soul whenever i came back from work frustrated. Just seeing them ask a simple thing like "Daddy, are you okay?" or "Go and sleep Daddy, leave the housework to us!" as they clumsily try to prepare the house. It was so touching that i really could not thank God enough. It is not something words, or the amount of tears can measure really, it is really something that is so priceless that you fear everyday that you might lose that imaculate child-like innosence that eludes from them but yet, whenever you look at them, all your fears just float away like a really bad nightmare.
Life though, is not that kind as to let you live a horizontal path, even if you face alot of obstacles. But actually, in another sense, it is kind, like that of a silent whisper.
It was roughly around 10pm into the night, I was working overtime alone in the office when suddenly, an astoundingly immense sound could be heard from the bottom floors where the main electrical wires ran through. I wanted to take a look but there was no time to respond. In just a speck of a second, the only door that divided my office to the calamity blasted open with a great force, turmounting in a firey eruption of flames within my office itself. I got burnt.
"Are you two the only relatives of this person?"
"Yes sir"
"Your dad... he... is alive."
"So he can come out now?"
"Not so soon. I have to tell you something girls, your dad he, got burnt by a huge fire. His entire
body has been burnt. Right now, he is still asleep but when he wakes up, he will be in deep pain
and won't look like he was before. So, uncle will stay by his side. You two should probably not
go see him as you might break his heart if you are shocked at his new look. Give it some time."
"It is okay... at least Daddy is alive. By the way, did you see that lady that brought us here? We really want to thank her."
"What lady? Didn't you two come alone? Oh well, maybe i was too busy to notice her. You two are really fillial huh? Too bad your Dad isin't fortunate enough."
I woke up about 2 days later, only to find myself mummified in a barrage of bandages that wrapped my entire body. I was frantic, i wanted to get out of it and i struggled with all my might, finally being able to rip a small thin portion of the bandage that wrapped around my arm. It all came back to me.
It took some time, but i got over the personal and mental trauma of having a disfigured body. I
am really thankful to the kind and patient nurses that looked after me, they really went through alot taking care of me and putting up with my tantrums. However, the worst part has yet to come. I still had to break the news to my two daughters. The heart-break and shock they will receive as well as the inability to perceive the reality as well as accept it... I wish i will just die now, then it will all be much easier. How can i allow them to have a 'night-walker' for a dad? But nevertheless, they had to knew. With a ton weighing down upon my heart, i decided to tell them the next day.
That night, however, i had the strangest dream ever. There was a Stranger, all dressed in an immaculate white in a void of endless darkness and there i was, standing, facing the Stranger. And then, a mature yet incredibly full of life voice came from under the white shroud that donned the Stranger. It had a tone of utmost familarity and yet, sounded like it had brisked and graduated from the past.
"I am so sorry that I can't be with you through thoes times of troubles you had so far, through all that times you longed for someone to be right next to you and yet when you turned around, there was no one but you. In that desert of emptiness, I am very sorry i couldn't be with you. I just want to let you know that, even though it is really hard to see it, there is always one person whom I asked to be right with you. No, it is not the two girls but someone, much closer to mine and your heart as well. I trust you to him. And also, I just want to let you know that, from that day we met by the fountain and my eyes caught unto yours, from that day you poured out your feelings and I poured out mine to you by the fountain, that time where you held the bouquet of roses behind you and stood by the fountain in that suave tux, to the time I left you, sitting alone by the fountain with my cold body resting on your shoulders... I have always loved you and even now, my heart still yearns for you and love you and it is not just me, but that same person who has been with us since the very beginning, he has also always loved you so, be proud and I have one last favour to ask of you. I love you."
"Diana!" I screamed with as much energy I had within me, bringing my body forwards, only to be restricted by two very warm hands that grasped mine on both sides.
"They knew..." I mumbled, my arm moving towards my face, wiping off thoes tears before they even can form properly. "Damn, he won't even let me cry now." The two girls slowly awakened and rubbed their eyes to get a clearer view. It was a scene that words could never describe, something like that can never be expressed, it is really something that goes deep within the very soul of human-kind. I pushed them close to my chest and wrapped as much as I could around them, grasping them as tightly as I could.
"Dad, you are hugging us a little too tightly." Shiela said.
"Sorry, but let me continue, at least untill I fall asleep." I muffled, the words hardly being audible from all the wimping.
"It is okay, we like it." Shyla said.
"Thank you."
Two weeks later, when it was finally the day to take off the bandages and check if it was okay for me to go onto physiotherapy, the doctors came into the room early in the morning, only to be greeted by two excited girls and me, sitting upright with eyes of plea. I breathed in a deep breath and boldly, requested a favour I just had to fulfill.
With the wheels touching the brick encompassment, I gazed upon that shallow blue water that glistened under the bright morning sun. I closed my eyes and slowly, undid the pin that held the bandages together. Unwrapping myself, I gently opened my eyes, only to see waves forming as droplets fell onto the surface, breaking the peaceful lining.
Life can be that magical, it wasn't anything astounding like David Copperfield's teleportation illusions nor was it a great shocker like Blaine's card tricks but it was something much closer to my heart, it was a life transforming miracle, a magic seed that sprouted within my life. That day, everything fell back into place, I did not have a single scar on my body, my limbs functioned as per normal, the two girls were as like they were before and most magically, an immaculately white figure shrouded in ivory white clothings knocked on the door when i came home.
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somerights reserved ©
story may not be reproduced unless with permission from writer - Jason Chua
article should only be found on http://velvet-revelations.blogspot.com unless otherwise approved.
though at this time of the post, it may be a lil different from the original as i don't have the original
and i cant possibly regurgitate an entire essay ( thats about 3 pages of the journal book, and 800?
words ) from memory. So, here goes ^^, and i'll prolly edit it so its nicer =3, since i was working
against the time at that moment and didnt include a few themes intended.
"No way!" i exclaimed, rising from my cold seat and frantically clasping my hands together as I stared in disbelief. To be honest, I really did not think it through when i did that and when i finally came to my senses, i realised the entire stadium had stood up as well and all of them cheered in exuberance.
I am sure most people would have the general idea of what magic means, something that is
unusual and really out of this world, a trick, an illusion. Magic has also been a large part of my life
actually. In fact, i live and breathe magic. No, I am definitely not magic master David Copperfield
or street extrodinare David Blaine. I am a 'touched' one.
As a single parent of two girls, it would have been a lie to say life was easy for me. The two were twins and sadly, they have never seen their mother. You might think, all i have to cope with is a mental barrier that is about the troublesome-ness of not having your partner helping you with the housework. However, that is but a simple prelude to the stress a single parent has. I am pretty sure any single parent would have to agree that the real stress comes from thinking about their child's future. Your own personal future is okay to be thrown away, it is always like so, but your child... that is another case.
You could say i was still managing though, trying very hard to work and retain my job at a telecommunication company while making sure i keep a fatherly, and motherly, eye on the two princesses. Thank god though, that he has given me two really sensible daughters that really share in my woe and try their best to steer out of any unneccessary trouble. It was them really, that kept me living in this world when Diana died. It was them that recharged my soul whenever i came back from work frustrated. Just seeing them ask a simple thing like "Daddy, are you okay?" or "Go and sleep Daddy, leave the housework to us!" as they clumsily try to prepare the house. It was so touching that i really could not thank God enough. It is not something words, or the amount of tears can measure really, it is really something that is so priceless that you fear everyday that you might lose that imaculate child-like innosence that eludes from them but yet, whenever you look at them, all your fears just float away like a really bad nightmare.
Life though, is not that kind as to let you live a horizontal path, even if you face alot of obstacles. But actually, in another sense, it is kind, like that of a silent whisper.
It was roughly around 10pm into the night, I was working overtime alone in the office when suddenly, an astoundingly immense sound could be heard from the bottom floors where the main electrical wires ran through. I wanted to take a look but there was no time to respond. In just a speck of a second, the only door that divided my office to the calamity blasted open with a great force, turmounting in a firey eruption of flames within my office itself. I got burnt.
"Are you two the only relatives of this person?"
"Yes sir"
"Your dad... he... is alive."
"So he can come out now?"
"Not so soon. I have to tell you something girls, your dad he, got burnt by a huge fire. His entire
body has been burnt. Right now, he is still asleep but when he wakes up, he will be in deep pain
and won't look like he was before. So, uncle will stay by his side. You two should probably not
go see him as you might break his heart if you are shocked at his new look. Give it some time."
"It is okay... at least Daddy is alive. By the way, did you see that lady that brought us here? We really want to thank her."
"What lady? Didn't you two come alone? Oh well, maybe i was too busy to notice her. You two are really fillial huh? Too bad your Dad isin't fortunate enough."
I woke up about 2 days later, only to find myself mummified in a barrage of bandages that wrapped my entire body. I was frantic, i wanted to get out of it and i struggled with all my might, finally being able to rip a small thin portion of the bandage that wrapped around my arm. It all came back to me.
It took some time, but i got over the personal and mental trauma of having a disfigured body. I
am really thankful to the kind and patient nurses that looked after me, they really went through alot taking care of me and putting up with my tantrums. However, the worst part has yet to come. I still had to break the news to my two daughters. The heart-break and shock they will receive as well as the inability to perceive the reality as well as accept it... I wish i will just die now, then it will all be much easier. How can i allow them to have a 'night-walker' for a dad? But nevertheless, they had to knew. With a ton weighing down upon my heart, i decided to tell them the next day.
That night, however, i had the strangest dream ever. There was a Stranger, all dressed in an immaculate white in a void of endless darkness and there i was, standing, facing the Stranger. And then, a mature yet incredibly full of life voice came from under the white shroud that donned the Stranger. It had a tone of utmost familarity and yet, sounded like it had brisked and graduated from the past.
"I am so sorry that I can't be with you through thoes times of troubles you had so far, through all that times you longed for someone to be right next to you and yet when you turned around, there was no one but you. In that desert of emptiness, I am very sorry i couldn't be with you. I just want to let you know that, even though it is really hard to see it, there is always one person whom I asked to be right with you. No, it is not the two girls but someone, much closer to mine and your heart as well. I trust you to him. And also, I just want to let you know that, from that day we met by the fountain and my eyes caught unto yours, from that day you poured out your feelings and I poured out mine to you by the fountain, that time where you held the bouquet of roses behind you and stood by the fountain in that suave tux, to the time I left you, sitting alone by the fountain with my cold body resting on your shoulders... I have always loved you and even now, my heart still yearns for you and love you and it is not just me, but that same person who has been with us since the very beginning, he has also always loved you so, be proud and I have one last favour to ask of you. I love you."
"Diana!" I screamed with as much energy I had within me, bringing my body forwards, only to be restricted by two very warm hands that grasped mine on both sides.
"They knew..." I mumbled, my arm moving towards my face, wiping off thoes tears before they even can form properly. "Damn, he won't even let me cry now." The two girls slowly awakened and rubbed their eyes to get a clearer view. It was a scene that words could never describe, something like that can never be expressed, it is really something that goes deep within the very soul of human-kind. I pushed them close to my chest and wrapped as much as I could around them, grasping them as tightly as I could.
"Dad, you are hugging us a little too tightly." Shiela said.
"Sorry, but let me continue, at least untill I fall asleep." I muffled, the words hardly being audible from all the wimping.
"It is okay, we like it." Shyla said.
"Thank you."
Two weeks later, when it was finally the day to take off the bandages and check if it was okay for me to go onto physiotherapy, the doctors came into the room early in the morning, only to be greeted by two excited girls and me, sitting upright with eyes of plea. I breathed in a deep breath and boldly, requested a favour I just had to fulfill.
With the wheels touching the brick encompassment, I gazed upon that shallow blue water that glistened under the bright morning sun. I closed my eyes and slowly, undid the pin that held the bandages together. Unwrapping myself, I gently opened my eyes, only to see waves forming as droplets fell onto the surface, breaking the peaceful lining.
Life can be that magical, it wasn't anything astounding like David Copperfield's teleportation illusions nor was it a great shocker like Blaine's card tricks but it was something much closer to my heart, it was a life transforming miracle, a magic seed that sprouted within my life. That day, everything fell back into place, I did not have a single scar on my body, my limbs functioned as per normal, the two girls were as like they were before and most magically, an immaculately white figure shrouded in ivory white clothings knocked on the door when i came home.
------
somerights reserved ©
story may not be reproduced unless with permission from writer - Jason Chua
article should only be found on http://velvet-revelations.blogspot.com unless otherwise approved.
what we could have been, 5:41 AM.
