Sunday, August 23, 2009
Hi I'm back again after being invisible for a while. That was fun wasn't it.
Basically there's a scheme for tomorrow to freak lao shi out during chinese lesson.
Two insane essays will be written.
Hopefully, someone will have a heart attack.
Not so hopefully, two people's marks will be butchered.
凶手。
The light flicked on.
The room was cast in a harsh orange light.
I rummaged around in the shelves, fervently hoping that I would find what I came here for.
I was vastly out-numbered; not that that would stop me.
The enemy must be defeated.
I will fight till my last breath; I will not be made to submit to them in my own territory!
My hands brushed a cool metallic surface. I grabbed at it desperately, with a faint surge of relief.
I dashed out of the storeroom, leaving the light streaming through the door.
Through the hall, into the kitchen.
They were there.
Swarming all over the walls and the floor, their bodies pitch-black against the white ceramic.
A shiver went through my body. I gripped the insecticide in my hands till my knuckles turned white.
They were coming!
All over my counter-top, the sink, the floor rug ---
A surge of anger crashed through me.
Not. My. Floor rug.
My vision was filmed with red as I pressed the release button on the spray, crying out savagely.
The spray advanced across the kitchen, a near-invisible white cloud of death.
Death to the ants.
I spun around, filling the room with the insecticide, flooding my lungs with the pungent smell until a fit of coughing hit me.
Finally, I released the button from my sore finger.
The room was still.
The mist faded away, its job done.
I took in a breath of insecticide-free air and surveyed the carnage.
The black carcasses were strewn over every surface. They were lifeless and more certainly dead.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I had won.
Against insurmountable odds, I had won.
I did a dance across the room--
before I realized what I was doing.
The black bodies were crushed and stuck to my feet.
Frantically, I wiped them off with my free hand. They stuck to my hand.
The mangled bodies lay around the room.
Their beady eyes watched my every movement.
'Look away!' I cried, but there was no answer but silence.
I made a wild dash to my bedroom, where I scrubbed my hand clean with a towel and tossed it to the opposite side of the room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor, scattering the mutilated bodies with it.
I stopped, panting.
The silence was deafening.
A movement!
It crawled across the wall and stopped.
The blackness contrasted with the white.
Its eyes were on me.
I screamed, shattering the silence that threatened to crush me.
The spray can slammed against the small body on the wall, splashing its contents onto everything in the vicinity, including me.
The smell spread across the room.
In a frenzy, I grabbed the towel and scrubbed at the stain the liquid made on my shirt.
'Out, damned spot! Out I say!'
The ant still watched me, immersed in the pool of liquid.
A scream echoed in the night.
The yellow light streamed across the empty white floor, until it faded away into the morning light.
Nothing but silence was left, and this time nothing moved.
This is what I plan to write for chinese essay. Only in chinese of course.
Though I'm not sure I have the vocab to write it. I wrote this primary school style to make it easier.
I don't know whether insecticide really works like that, and many factual stuffs are wrong but who cares.
Oh and I have first hand experience of this kind of situation.
I was alone in my room reading manga when I suddenly found my bed infested with ants.
Obviously, I was pretty freaked out. As in horror-movie-being-hunted-by-ghost freaked out.
I crawled to my sister's bed to get out of the way and gave it my normal treatment, which was leave it alone and the problem will solve itself.
But the ants kept coming over. And everytime they did I would blow them back, but eventually I got frustrated and crushed them with my hand. They stuck to my hand, and I was wiping it frantically on the bolster.
After a while I started throwing things at the ants and, I kid you not, screaming at them to go away and leave me alone, and what do they want with me I never did anything to them.
I was close to tears by then and I went to the bathroom to wash the bodies off my hand, and found the sink also infested. Then I went crazy and started using water to splash them and screaming why won't you die already! DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE.
Then I decided I was going to get out of there and took my blankets and pillows and beat them insanely against the walls and the door, slammed the door and ran to my parents' room and dumped everything there. Then I sat down on the floor and watched the pile for an insane amount of time trying to spot the ants crawling around on it.
I haven't been back to my room since. I make the excuse that the aircond in my parents' room is colder.
This is a true story :) Night time, overactive imagination and ants can drive a person insane.
Luckily no one was around or I'll be in an insane asylum by now, because I was obviously a little crazy back then -.-
But that's what this blog is for, crazy people. And now I have made an insanely long post. Hurrah.
8:04 PM