Thursday, June 01, 2006
So which comes first.If a rainbow has 7 colours, what is the arrangement? If this week's emotions could be replaced with borrowed colours from the rainbow, i would probably fill them with the colours of red and green. Not anger this time, but probably hope. If red can be associated with luck with the chinese, then why couldnt it be tied to hope too, for these are the best elements towards any eagerly anticipated near future.The stereotyped jealousy that came with green were really brought about this time not because of any materialistic want, but the envy of peoples' past that i do not even remotely possess. My staff sergeant in camp were talking to me that early morning while we were ushering the civil defence people heading for indonesia in our airbase, and after the inevitable chat-up of possible supernatural encounters in the army camp, it came to a standstill for me as he started to talk about his childhood. Memories that included boys making pellet guns out of sticks, fruits and rubber bands, funny stories of people who sniffed glue (it was actually very common back then, and they actually do not smell it. they just blow into the plastic bags containing the glue and thereafter inhale in again through their mouths and get high). Adolescent boys who would go to the extreme stunts of hiding inside drains just so they can look at whatever girls were wearing under their dresses (this one i wasnt exactly proud to write about but im a guy), the horrific extents to which they train their fighting fish to be strong, picking up entire red ant' nests and burning them whole (i really got into the procedure of this one). And you wouldnt believe it, but how kites were once the toys of real and proud ah bengs and wannabes, who would hang them behind their shoulders full of pride before unleashing them if they were ever disgusted with any scenes of beautiful kites in the skies that were not theirs, wrap their kites around them and snap off the strings of other kites. I do not know if im the only one who's over-excited about this, but my staff told me how there were actually secret methods towards making sure that your kite was the king of the world. Buying some hardy string was just for the beginners. The true masters coated their kite strings by purchasing glass powder, boiling them into liquid, before soaking them with the kite strings to be laid out and dried. The product? Strings so sharp, if it didnt cut you, you would most probably be an elephant. Or a pig with good hide. There were so much more stories, but the more i heard, the emptier i felt of my own childhood. Memories so faint that they cannot even probably withstand a year's wind of progress as i grew up. Not that im exactly upset. I know perfectly well that other things that happened probably made up for it. But i wouldnt then, probably say that life truely started out young for me. Probably inside me, i want to remain insane and childish because i have never really been so or had the chances to be to start with. The red was for my staff sergeant from my heart, because it turned out that he didnt have a child yet even at his age (though my gut instinct from the first time i met him was that he would have been a super dad).And so there were two colours from the rainbow this week that sunk deeper in me spiritually. I would have missed the rainbow if my friend didnt point it out to me. Only now, Im just wondering why i could forget of such wonderful displays of simplistic beauties in my life that i should be grateful for in the first place.If only because i think that such actions from me would make you happy and content, then it will hence in the end, still be these thoughts that would continue to make me do so.
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