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Written on: Sunday, June 28, 2009
Remember the iwishishouldhaveiwill thing from some time ago? I've finally decided to put everything down, since I think I can't absorb anymore econs. Might as well get something done before I turn in, no?Time: 3:03 AM I WISH - I could speak the truth when I have to - To know what my heart wants - I had more patience - I never said some things - I really had cool mutant powers - I was more of myself before - To know how to show what I feel - I'm not so sensitive towards others...sometimes; it hurts me a lot to hide so much so that someone else is happy - I have more dreams of flying - I was more confident of myself - To be less insecure of myself - Find a better word for insecurity. Oh wait found: inquassomification, nada. I SHOULD HAVE - Payed more attention - Stayed in the sport - Gymmed harder, earlier - Started looking in the mirror more hahahahaha how ironic - Stopped questioning, started accepting - Shut up - Spoken out - Been a better son - Muslim - Brother - Person - Wizard - Been more serious - Done something but I've done it enough, by the way, my hands were shaking; I'd rather waste some time with you - Not quoted the lyrics the line before - Used nicer words all the way everytime meantime - Been more active in drama and debates - Loved my Nike 2000s while they were still on the shelves. There was something about that pair of shoes... - Ran more, ran harder - Noticed how fat I was back then - Put some thought in choosing my glasses - Broken so many more rules, countless times, to get away from trouble. Ironic, I know... I WILL - Read the Quran more - Understand what I'm reading - Pen all the ideas spawning in my mind ok please not now I'm having a hard time managing you lot - Organize my WHOLE. DAMN. MUSIC FOLDER. Get all the album art, all the tags right... yeah nerdy geeky whatever I'm a perfectionist, protectionist, once in a while pianist. - Gym harder. - Much, much harder. - Get bigger, faster, stronger, everythingnice-er - Be a better person HOORAH! - Pursue knowledge to the best of my ability - Study hard and do well for my exams, even if its not for me. No wait its not for me. Ok lemme write this down: Mak, Bapak, I'm doing this for you; if I had a choice, I'd be doing something else, I really don't feel like I belong here. But I've convinced myself to accept what I've been given, so I will follow the path that I've been shown. If this is meant for me, then InsyaAllah I'll find success at the end of the road. Then I'll take a photo of Success, after saying Eh whassup brudder! then I'll share the photo with everyone yes that's nice of me - Sing more, shout more, infect everyONE WITH my craziness - SHOUT MORE ON THE CIRCLE LINE. ITS TOO NOISY DAMMIT YOU CAN'T HEAR ME ANYWAY AM I RIGHT AM I RIGHT. Bishan Interchange. Ok now its quiet I don't have to shout no more, see? - Go. Shopping... One. Day. In a totally straight manner, I need more stuff lah come on. - Sweet talk till I drop - Try being less shameless - Try constructing better sentences - Stop acting like I care about the above two points - Say HAH (HAH) - Learn songs on the guitar, more on the electone - LEARN CHEMISTRY AFTER MY As I SWEAR CHEM IS DAMN COOL I've sat in enough lectures and tutorials to say that, you fellas better teach me during the holidays I'll bug you till no end unless you cooperate with the law. Everything you say can and will be used against you in the court. Of. Courts. - Help people - Help more people - Have a cup of tea with you - Smith. - readreadreadread all the booksbooksbooks intha WORLD. witta kapital dabaiyyuh, PIE. - Go and sleep now. Gosh its 3:29, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY GREAT PLANS OF RESETTING MY BODY CLOCK!! Who knows, I may just add on to this list sometime. One thing's for sure, the Wish part isn't gonna get any longer, I'm quite happy with the things I've done; if I'd done something else, like in the Should column, things would have been better, but I'm happy with what I have now anyway. Save a few, where the should is the kind of 'You should have listened to your mother!' kind of should, like I should have done, the should should of shoulds. Seeing should so many times diminishes the meaning of the word, reduces it to a weird sound. For me at least heh. And since I'm here, I came across this shit on urbandictionary:
And since I'm still here, I'll write down some of the things that went through my head recently: Too much social, not enough services. 3:52 now, bravo. Hello, Will you make a mistake with me? haircut no. STOP HIDING, YOU! ME! ME? ouh
Written on: Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I will not question. I will reveal all there is to you, against your will or not.Time: 12:04 AM I am not real; the Fawaz you know is not a person, not a singularity. There is no I, neither is there a we. Fawaz is a collection of ideas, an amalgamation of your perceptions. Each one of you sees me differently; one of you thinks I'm a quiet person, another thinks I'm real funny, and someone else thinks I'm a liar. Every one of them is right; the interesting part is that although the image of me is scattered and not whole, the different fragments are linked by some similarities. That gives some of you the illusion that I am real, that you're talking about the same person. You are, in fact, comparing two incidental similar traits of two completely different entities. The truth of it all is, I don't exist. All these ideas associated with 'Fawaz', all these thoughts about 'me', all belong to someone, or something else. They just somehow fell under the common umbrella of my name, and everyone contributed to the building of this nonexistent body, me. Do you know me? Yes, you do. Because I am what I am to you. And I hope you aren't too attached to that idea, because it wasn't meant to last. One day that idea will cease to exist and you'll never find me. You will know that there was once this person, you vaguely remember a name, but you can't trace anything else from it. Its an empty, formless frame. I don't exist. This post you're reading here? Doesn't belong to me; who knows who it belongs to? Your impression that it is me writing, has caused it to be your reality. A stranger reading these words will see someone else hitting away on its keyboard. They will not see Fawaz, they will see what I truly am: an outline of a person, who never existed, who may never exist. Ok no I kid. Everything up there is bullcrap. You wanna know the TRUTH truth? Well here is it: YOU'RE ALL not real. You're figments of my imagination, all of you. I just went to great length to complete you as an idea, to give you false sentience. The thoughts you have, the past you think you live, I constructed. But here's the tricky part: I didn't create you from nothing, I based you on people I really know. That makes you a copy of someone real, the real you. The real you-s exist here, with me, in our world, while all YOU other imagination pieces exist in, uh, my imagination. There is no way for you to crossover, you will end when I stop thinking. OK NO THAT TOO WAS A LIE. EVERYTHING ABOVE THIS LINE WAS A LIE. IT WAS ALL MADE UP, NONE OF IT IS TRUE! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE! I PROMISE I WON'T LIE AGAIN! Alright, now the TRUTH TRUTH truth: I'mstillalittlesoretirednotexactlyhungry Haven'tstudiedenoughwannastudymorebutitsucks BUTIknowIshouldImustIcanIalreadyhave(haha styyyle)soIwill. I wish I knew what to do ...which coincidentally rhymes with woohoo So many answers in one night
Written on: Monday, June 22, 2009
Time: 12:14 AM Read every word and think deeply. I was moved, nearly to tears, but I was too man to cry (hah. maintain macho seyyy). Allahu Akbar. Life is beautiful; when I think about the greatness of God, of the miracle of existence, I can't help but feel that I'm a part of something great, something that I belong to. Allah is always there, when you need him or when you think you don't. When you're lost and when all is lost, you still have Allah. Amantu billahi wa mala'ikatihi Wa kutubihi wa rusulihi wa al-yaum al-akhiri Wa al-qadri khayrihi wa sharrihi min Allah Wa al-ba'si ba`d al-maut, la ilaha illa Allah Faith is belief in Allah and the Messengers The angels and the Final Day, and the holy scriptures And to believe in destiny That good and bad both come from Him And the Resurrection; there is no god but Allah. La ilaha illa Allah (x3), Muhammad Rasulullah Allah is the creator of heaven and of earth Nothing may compare with Him, He is the One alone The prophets, best of humankind Sent to all nations and all tribes Last of all Muhammad, mercy to the worlds. Formed of light and beauty, the angels of the Lord To praise Allah, to help mankind, Jibril brings the word. The scriptures, all by Allah sent, Torah, Psalms and Gospel then The source of perfect guidance, the Glorious Quran. The reckoning, the Final Day, when all will see their works Remade in soul and body to stand before the Lord With patience bearing every grief With thankfulness for all blessings We are content with destiny, the Will of Allah. Faith is belief in Allah and the Messengers The angels and the Final Day, and the holy scriptures And to believe in destiny That good and bad both come from Him And the Resurrection; there is no god but Allah. Then I stumbled across something else: The great Imam ash-Shafi', he went to his teacher Waki`Well I guess that's another answer. As the title of this post says, I found so many answers in this one night, now to find all the other answers. And no I'm not in a merepek emo mood, I'm just writing what I feel, as the Fawaz all of you think you know. HAH sempat seyyy. I was trying to fall asleep last night then I kept thinking about the various ways a monster could creep out and... I dunno, just freak me out. Then I wondered briefly, would it be a shadow or a white thing? Even making up a ghost can be so leceh. On a brighter note, I've been superhero-ing again. YESSS. i'm not gonna leave that on the floor
Written on: Friday, June 19, 2009
Do you know how humid it has been? Well I'll tell you, even if you do, because that's the way things happen around here. Next paragraph please.Time: 11:51 PM This is how humid it is. I'm thirsty, and my glass of water has just been depleted. I want more water, but I don't have to go get some; I just raise my glass in the air, and whaddayaknow! Its full of water already. BUT just before I can drink it, it all goes back to the ayer. Now ladies and gentlemen, the real point of all this: is the glass real? I'll leave you to dwell on that while I go off to solve more of the world's problems CHEYYYYYYYY. OH! NO! WAIT! First, I gotta share something. All knowledge belongs to Allah, so share it, don't keep it to yourself. Whoyouthinkyouareah?ah?ah?ah?AH! I think I may have found a way to reset your body clock if you've been messing it up like giler... like yours truly. FOIST! Ye gadda stay up all the way to the time you WANT to wake up. For example, I wanna wake up at 6 am everyday, so on one of my screwed up days where I wake up at like 4 pm, I'll stay up to 6 am without falling asleep in between. THEN! I suppose you're supposed to sleep foist, so you don't get TOO tired and fall asleep midday then spoil everything. What I did was fall asleep to 4 pm, partly because I kinda really slipped out of this world at some points, and because the few times I woke up in between I didn't feel like getting up. (I've left out the details of my philosophical debates on destiny, purpose and the waking moments of one's life) AND THEN! You're supposed to sleep early, or at a good time. I wanted to try that today but it just faileddddd. Then again, this is all hypothetical. The only human test subject available, yours truly, is not even sure all this may work for regular human beings. He has reported strange sensations in his frontal lobe, sees lights when he closes his eyes, and finds himself staring at himself in the mirror come on ah what's this we all know you're supposed to see everyone else in the mirror. DUH. Ok DAH cuKOP that's eNUFF! piss out. abuse me please
Written on: Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Time: 12:00 AM I WISH I SHOULD HAVE I WILL end this post here, for now Concentrate!
Written on: Saturday, June 13, 2009
Time: 12:44 AM Good Boy ideals vanishing like smoke! But I tell myself there's always Half-Good Boy left, so all is not lost. Now to get my head out of the clouds and back here, where I think a purposeful task awaits my completion. See that story, jump down, over there? I lied, its not complete. I wrote a paragraph after where I stopped in the post, and I realized how typical the whole thing sounds; I guess its best I leave you to decide with the rest of the story. I can't spill too much now, it'll just spoil everything. First first first I gotta gotta gotta say how good it feels to finally FINALLY hit the gym again again may i have a double double cheese cheese burger burger please please. Thank God I've not gotten superweak like what happened last time; some things need a lil catching up but I've actually improved in others! WHOA! WOW! MAK! And before you think I've lost it again, or am in a deep depression or something like that, let me just say once again (because I can never say it enough) that I'm one of the Six Classes of the Northern Wind, destined from birth to be Eternally Fine, bestowed with unnatural gifts and blessed with the burden only a divine few can suffer to know of. You will not understand that, you will never understand that! Try as you might, your superficial acceptance of my proclamations will bring you no further to even scraping the hard shell that conceals the truths of all truths, the very essence of myself. No one will ever figure me out; when you finally think you know what I am, you suddenly find yourself questioning why you thought I was that. And just when you decide that the fluctuations in the 'defining factors' were temporary, or something, I upset your entire system of belief. Ok no its not that severe, I'm just trying to paint a dramatic picture here. I escape classification, and I need none. If you know me, you know me. The very acceptance of any person's inability to know know me is in fact the 'synthesis' of a relationship. Only then can you say that you truly know me, that I am truly a well-formed, unquestioned entity in your book of friends. Gosh what the hell am I writing like, I don't usually sound like this. Could it be... no it couldn't... yet, I cannot help but won- No. The Ape never lurks at this hour. I think I'm a nice guy a lot of times, I don't say nasty things cos I don't wanna hurt peoples' feelings. I'm a pacifist, an ENFP, a Goddamn Teddy Bear, and yeah I value relationships too much to want to risk even the smallest of misunderstandings or unhappiness. But does that mean I really am nice? NAH! NOPE! NEVAHHH! I WEEL NEVAHH BE NAAIS! NUUUU! Eet is only zah veek zat vant to be nais, for naisness is zah vay of zah veek. Keirst to zah naizers! You wanna know what I hate? I'll tell you what I hate, even if you don't wanna know. You hate that now, don't you? Well guess what? ME TOO! BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA. I hate fake smiles, fake laughter, awkward laughter. People who force laughs because they think that will diminish the awkwardness of the situation they cleverly created themselves. Or those who laugh to pretend they are listening, to act interested, only to feel like they belong somewhere. Don't give me that plastic smile and act like you care, I see right through you, all of you; you don't see that, but that doesn't mean you keep up your pretense. False courtesy will not get you far. Oh but wait! There are too many people around, who are either too lazy or WEAK to tell it to someone when he's behaving like a right ass. An attention seeker, a loudmouth, a bossy ass or a retarded extra. These little mice entertain the irritating fools, giving them reason to continue, and making it hard for the minority to stand up against the jerks. Its hard to say something like that to someone, without causing a lot of hurt and spoiling the mood, if everyone else pretends everything is fine. Nothing good will come of talking behind The Jerk's back, because- guess what- HE CAN'T HEAR YOU. At this point I would like to clarify that I use 'he' to refer to said 'person' only in general terms; he/she is, I think, extremely stupid. And redundant and environmentally baaad. You are not the centre of everyone's world, stop telling yourself we care. Ok maybe we do, but its to a certain extent. Don't expect everyone to follow your every whim, or do something because you think we should. You've got a life of your own, live it; don't make others do it for you. And stop making 'cute' faces or, hahaha, 'perasan hot'. We all know you're damn hot la, no need to scream it out. It gets irritating, by the way, and makes you less hot. Don't make friends with me because you think it'll get you places, or because of some ulterior motive. While I doubt anyone actually does this to me, I see it everywhere all the time everyday very day Veridain (name of my planet in Spore), and have been asked to behave likewise. It just sucks, stop it... If you wanna... sigh. Hahahahhaha that came out kinda funny; almost contradicted myself! I think. Nevermind I'll move on steady ah. Say something only if you mean it, white lies or the sort rarely do good to anything. You'll get yourself stuck in a sticker mess; jump in the goo now, then get out the best you can. Mammoth snot. If you say something to someone because you think he wants to hear it, you be the judge of your action. I guess some situations warrant such behaviour, but personally I don't like it. Tell it to my face baby, yeah bring it on! Then *smack* it'll come flying in but I'll be glad anyway cos I took a punch like a man. Of A Man, Men's Cologne by The Body Shop. If you wanna hit someone, hit him from the front; cowards attack from the back. I don't like finding out that someone's been badmouthing me, it just pisses me off. If I blow my top I might just lose it, compared to tellingittomyfacebabyyeahbringiton, where I'll probably cool off super fast because I'm a: let's hear it everyone, PACIFIST! It also implies that I am fully capable of changing a baby's diapers. Soon. In the future. Distant future. X. I'm taking a step back now! Whoa shite that's a lo' o' shite I rote thir, ain't it? Dammit? Nevermind, as much as I hate rants I love long lists, full-looking paragraphs and lots of text. Not to read, just cos it looks nice. I'll leave everything up zeah forEVAHHH!!! and EVAHHHH!!!!! and EVAHHHHH!!!!! (you still hear the echo of my voice yelling out to the world) (yep its still there) (wwwwawawawait just a litt- ok its silent once more) Don't you just wish you hadn't read this far hahahhahahahah. Ok now I think my food's digested and its dark enough for me to sleep, or something to that effect. Man it was harder that I thought to stay awake, but it came at your loss so I guess everything's fine and dandy. Hah ok I kid I owe you an apology, I'm sorry kiddo. New Lands, Part 1
Written on: Thursday, June 04, 2009
I've been a very bad boy, yes I have. But the thing that sets me apart from the really rotten people is that I wanna be a good person. And its not that I've not been down that path before hahaha. This probably isn't making sense cos I'm not elaborating enough, but no matter!
Time: 2:53 PM Important point that I want stuck here forever is this: I really love my parents and I want them to be happy, and that means doing well for my exams. I've been questioning so many things before but now I'm sure I'm sure. Yeah, I'm sure I'm sure, its a whole new thing. This is what I'm supposed to do so hell yeah amma do it. In the meantime I'll leave you with this aaaahahahha. The idea kinda was stolen off a dream I had two nights ago, and I'd been trying to figure out how to story-ize it. Sialah why does this post sound so emo, its not supposed to! And I'm far from emo! In fact I'm just feeling damn excited to study now. Shit man, I'm becoming some kinda... freak. This story I'm about to share is complete, though may be revised later. If I wanna HEH. We were shipped off into a new neighbourhood, off an island not far from the East Shore. This place was supposedly safer, and we were told to look forward to new beginnings and a better future. What awaited our arrival was, instead, a dismal half-town that looked like it’d been vacated a few years back. It was a classic scene from an old cowboy movie; there was a barber shop with its faded and dusty sign hanging from a bent nail threatening to break. The streets were worn and held the footprints of many pedestrians past. At least the officer-in-charge looked alive. He was a short, chubby man who walked with a severe gait, but nonetheless cheerful and always wearing a nice smile under his thick moustache. We were told to address him as Mr Cherbie; how fitting. It was Mr Cherbie’s job to quickly show us around the town, and brief us on our, well, new lives. The town, he explained, was a unique amalgamation of old-style living and jaw-dropping technology. Its old inhabitants insisted on preserving that old charm to their town, while employing whatever technology necessary to make their lives a whole lot easier. Personally I didn’t give a care. As we were walked round the side of what used to be a hospital, something caught my attention. About ten feet from where we were, there was a huge landing, something like a helicopter pad. There were faint markings along its perimeter, and there was an awful lot of dust clumped at one side. Unthinking, I asked Mr Cherbie what that was. “Oh, uh, that! Well that young man, used to be a... uh... they wanted to make it a helipad, but they arr... Well turns out it wasn’t high enough! Heheh! The real helipad’s on the roof right about there,” he pointed to the distant wing of the hospital. I let escape a small smile, barely amused by his tale. Somehow I was not satisfied with his answer, and I knew I had to find out more. Not today, though. * Two nights later, we were growing accustomed to our surroundings. We had a routine planned out for us, and diligently followed. Days started at 8am with exercise at the courtyard of our hostel, and school started at ten. We practically spent the rest of the day indoors, at lessons, taking breaks, or just having some fun. We were a small group, just thirty of us, and how well we coped would be the deciding factor to bringing in more people, and possibly upgrading this place. I was all for the former, but I didn’t really like the idea of upgrading; the place was nice, and what we needed we had. Well whatever, these things were not for me to decide. The few wardens, as we called them, were quite people. They mainly kept to themselves, but they never caused us any trouble or anything. If we smiled they smiled back, if we talked they’d answer in one-liners, but they were always there standing guard; against what I never dared ask, for I know there are some things in this world best left untouched. I’m wise for my age, and I plan on staying that way. I think my teachers saw that in me too, because they’ve taken something of a liking to me. I’m always held back after class for some reason; it could be because Mrs Riley wants to highlight ways I can improve on my writing, or that Mr Burns has an ‘interesting mathematical question I’d like to pose to you, young man!’ Whatever it is, I’m starting to like this new life. * This are going very well for us, and the officers said we should be expecting more people in, say, three months. I was pretty excited of the news, so were my friends, but a lot of the adults didn’t really do a good job in hiding their worried expressions. Come to think of it, it was the same expression most of them wore the day we arrived. It’s like they knew something but couldn’t really tell us, and that bothered them a lot. But I guess it could just be nerves, we were all new to this foreign land. Save some of the mentors and wardens, who probably arrived a few weeks back to prep the place, I reckon. To a young man like me, their troubles were theirs alone, and that could not prevent us from having fun. Now that the adults thought we were good children, it was time to move to plan one. Scaring the hell out of the girls. Now don’t get me wrong, we gentlemen have got nothing against the girls. They’re really nice people and we’re good friends, but it just so happens that girls react the most to pranks and stuff. Our intentions are completely justified, see? The plan was to sneak to the girls’ half of the hostel during shower time, and at the same time, turn off the lights, let off a fart bomb and firecrackers. It was such a simple plan but oh, the possibilities! The fart bombs we had from our previous ‘life’, and firecrackers were simple enough to make. We had a really cool guy with us who knew all about the chemists’ tree and stuff, and he said he could even make Nay Palms! I had no idea what that was but it sure sounded impressive. With everyone sure of their duties, we proceeded to the shower our usual way. We made noise, like we always did, but not too much. We moved quickly, but not too fast. We couldn’t give away our secret plan, no one could find out we were up to something. In the shower room, we turned on all the showers, while eight guys stayed behind to create the ‘ambience’. Zack and Joey then crept out the back, and stood as our lookouts. Zim had the firecrackers, Vidal and Vicente, the coolest twins ever, had the fart bombs. I had the important task of switching off the lights, and I was excited beyond words. When the all clear was given, the four of us ran along the corridor, all the way to the girls’ half. We then carefully lined the outside of their shower room with firecrackers, making sure no one would step on them when they got the shock of their lives and tried to run away. The twins went round the block to the air vents, where they would deposit the silent fart bombs. And by this time, the rest of the guys had finished their hurried showers (we were usually fast, anyway) and we could see them scrambling to the viewpoint at the adjacent block. Some of their wet bodies glistened in the distance as they watched excitedly, unable to hear anything just yet. Then we heard the starting signal: someone had picked up the pungent smell! As more of the girls detected the putrid odour hanging heavily in the shower room, Zim was quick to start off the firecrackers, at the same time I turned off all the lights. What a sight it was from our hiding spot at the stairwell! The darkness of the entire corridor was lit by the sparkle of the firecrackers, and the noise they made was unbearable! Just as we had predicted, the girls started screaming their lungs off! A few seconds later, several towel-clad bodies burst out of the shower room still screaming. We were decent men so that was our signal to turn away, and were quite sure the other guys did the same. Our firecrackers only lasted for ten seconds, but the panic and disorder we had caused was priceless. As the girls kept screaming in their confusion, we took the stairs up and ran helter-skelter to our dorm. We lay on our beds breathing hard, excited and scared. There was no doubt that some adults would come after us soon, and we realized how unprepared we were for a thorough scolding. Still, the joy of our successful plan was overpowering, and we were all grinning. That’s when we heard the knock on the door, “Boys, I’m coming in.” * The next day we were quieter, only because Mr Cherbie was so kind in his reprimanding. He didn’t want to scold us and spoil our fun, but he told us there were some things we really should avoid doing in the future. He seemed so understanding and never lost his temper; we couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at ourselves. He was right, it was childish of us, but he need not worry. We gave him our word that we’d play no such stupid tricks in whatever future we had at this place. The girls were more forgiving and started laughing with us by midday. Everyone had a chance to share what they thought had happened, and by bedtime, we were closer friends than before. Boy, does it really take a pathetic prank like that to bring people together? I guess its something my twelve year old mind won’t figure out any time soon. * For the next few weeks life was back at its usual routine, but we were all happy. Just the small group of us on this island made us feel like a family, and we were beginning to love one another like siblings. Every moment spent with each other was pure bliss, and we were having the time of our lives. Strange, how some of these people I’d known for so long but had never gotten this close to before. Whatever the reason, it was happening now and we were very happy. As usual, everything happened without incident, till one day, we ventured out to the hospital after lights out. We had gotten quite good at this whole creeping about act, and our sparing usage of this gift meant no one was ever a step ahead of us. We had just planned on finding a nice spot to sit and chat; for so long we had been confined to a small boundary, we craved so much to explore this town, to at least have some change. That’s when we stumbled upon the ‘helipad’ again. Without anyone holding us back, we went right up to it for a closer inspection. “Hey, Zim? How come there’s so much dust over there? Whaddaya reckon,” “I dunno Joey, I guess we’ll just have to sweep it all aside. Could be something beneath it, yaknow! Like those pirate-“ “Yeah ok we get it,” Davis interjected as he proceeded to kick off the large mounds of dust. We joined in too, and in no time we had uncovered what seemed to be a see-through panel. It felt rubbery to the touch, but was almost completely transparent. That’s when we saw what was beneath it; a timer! “Eh guys, do you see that?” “Yeah man, its a damn timer?” “Its counting down!” “Aw yeah it is!” “Dammit man, what the hell is it counting down to?” “05:062:2458?” “The last set of numbers is counting down, but what could it be? I thought it’d be seconds, then minutes, hours and days, but this?” “Maybe its counting to when the door will open!” “Whoa that’d be so cool! And Mr Cherbie said it was a helipad, hah!” “Okay guys but first we gotta figure out when this thing’s gonna open,” “Well, given the large numbers, I say we just check back in a week, no point thinking so much now, eh?” “Yeah I’m tired of thinking... Let’s just find someplace to sit,” “Agreed, let’s go.” And so we left the ‘helipad’, and found a nice spot at the reception. We talked through the night and didn’t once mention the helipad. When it was too early in the morning to be late, we dragged ourselves to our dorms and plopped down, thankful it was the weekend; we could sleep in, there was nothing to do. The next week we went out every night to check the helipad, but it hadn’t changed. The red led timer always showed a different set of digits: first 05:014:1296 on Sunday night, then 04:158:3296 on Monday. Everyone was slightly puzzled as to the ticking of the mysterious timer, but I guess no one actually put much thought into it. Nobody figured it out in that week, and so the next week, we only returned once on Wednesday. By then everyone had lost interest, and the plan was to come back in a month, just in case something really did happen. But I had figured it out on Monday, while lying on my bed. From Sunday to Monday, approximately 24 hours, give and take some, had past. That was why the first set had gone down to four, resetting the middle to 168, and as the remaining hours of that 24 hour period passed, we returned to the timer at 158. Put simply, the timer worked in this order: weeks, hours, seconds. It made sense, since the only set of numbers always on the move was the last section, which had four columns. Four columns for the 3600 seconds in an hour. My calculations could not have been wrong; the door would open at around 12pm on the Tuesday that was five weeks from the night I figured it out. Something told me to keep my finding to myself, and I did. There was a queer excitement in knowing something like that. In the meantime, I had to plan my detour on Tuesday, during lunch. * Tuesday came, and I went through the plan in my head. Lunch was at one, and the lesson before was, to my advantage, a library session. Our English teacher had found a dusty old library and was really excited about it. I had to admit, the books were really fascinating, but the dust got to me. I had made it a point to excuse myself once in awhile to read somewhere else, and no one thought anything of it. On the few occasions I had been checked on, I was sitting quietly in a nice clean area, reading. By today, no one would bother looking for me. As I made my way to the hospital, a lump grew in my throat; I was really excited, and my imagination was going crazy. As I approached the helipad, my heart jumped. What we thought was a helipad, was actually something more of a trapdoor, and today it had opened by a sliver. I peered at the timer, it was gone. The LEDs had turned off. For a fleeting moment I thought the door was electronically locked, and now that the power was cut, the light turned off. Sometimes I liked to play the part of the silent genius, don’t blame me. I slowly walked to the open edge of the trapdoor, and pulled. It lifted with remarkable ease, uncovering a staircase |
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