Yesterday's evening sky worried me. When it rains at night, you have no idea what's going to happen since the sky is pitch black, and when it rains during the day, you expect nothing less but a Malaysian tropical rainstorm. But yesterday,about 7, there's that evil genius glow in the sky above, with a yellow hue, but covered with violent clouds and rains pelting on the rooftop for what seems forever.And then there's the mist far ahead, which by the standard of my imagination, large things might appear from it.
Besides the 2012 apocalypse resemblance that it brings, i try not to think of it so much, hence I pull down my curtains. Every 5 minutes or so, a flash of bright light seeps in between the gaps, and you hear a loud thunder.
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Woke up this morning, did my usual breakfast routine, and grabbed the morning papers,and look what I found.
The picture above btw, was taken during the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award prize giving ceremony. And if you see closely, at the far right, there's Lemuel and Dhanya,(who's hidden behing another participant) who were chosen as the top 20 for the ultimate prize of a trip to Ireland. yes, yes, I was a little sad for not getting a place, but all the disappointment aside, I was so ecstatic when I found out two of my friends got it. In the end, an Indian guy won, but Dhanya did get a Special merit award and brought home alot of money(undisclosed). But for writing, that's a hefty sum. Kudos to both of you once more!
More news on the event itself here.
TBH, i still need to thank Dhanya's mum, because when the ad for the competition came out, she told Dhanya and subsequently, told me. I still remember, at the time I got the message, i was at NS camp's football field, walking around, happy, since it was a Friday and we all got our means of telecommunications back. When she told me, I felt so excited not because of the odds that i might be going to Ireland( Oh, heck, who am I to kid? I drool at the sight of Ireland's lush green landscape), but also for the fact that it was a dose of creativity that i needed as I voluntarily bound myself within the walls of the prison camp.
I never really did ask myself why I didn't get it, actually. I hardly put in much effort, wrote with utmost nonchalance, and it was more a rant rather than an essay. Since, the essay didn't get through, I might just use it as an excuse to put it up as a blog post. Though I still do think it's a bit boring, Dhanya would happily confirm that-we made a pact to read each other's essay and not let it be read by anyone else, and hers was no doubt Really good :) Mine on the other hand, had to do with what has changed throughout the era, what it would mean for the future realistically, and the rest was basically a little depiction of my with the idea of how some adults in the society think so little of teenagers, and their need to think that we have no brains of ourselves.Haha, practically called the lot bloody bastards.
In proper grammar of course.
Because the world needs to be a little bit rebellious, orally, or on paper. Whichever works.
Off I Go! TGIF!
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