In every Individual, there is a force more powerful, more mysterious than the inner workings of the Universe. Shaped by thought, fuelled by emotions, forged by life, touched by spirit and loved by love itself, it is the everlasting gift called Imagination...

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Suvon is the name of a World that I am currently working on in hopes of sharing with other fiction writers. It's a project that has taken me quite a while. Right now, I am on a slow process at the first book, a King's Heir.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Xfresh Archive: It was a dark and stormy afternoon...

Location: Unitar workstation, pc 186
Mood-of-the-day: Sleepy girl, sleeeepy girl... zzz...

Ophie's here. You know, one can get used to this blogging thingy. Yesterday I took quick surf to other Xfresh blogs through Albok's message linky in his blog and noticed a good many people with a tale or two or 20 (you know who you are). Pity that that viewing is between Xfresh members only.

So how did I go with the yesterday? Well it took an impatient lil' bro's SMS and a couple of warnings from the administrator to pry my hands off the keyboard because my pc time-period was up. My fingers were numb from the air-con cold (did I mentioned that I have a cold factor weakness?) and they stayed bone stiff all the way to SMKDU, for a pick up, and back to Kt. D'sara.

And it looks like Cik Jah had just left the House and is on the move again, probably staying in Pak Alil's house this time. My 50s-year-old aunt, Cik Jah, has Down syndrome and the IQ and attitude of a toddler. Now that the family's grown, she hops by a rotation between siblings' houses; my mom's turn was last month.

It was a dead-heavy-pouring monster storm yesterday afternoon, the kind that makes enough noises for fifty spoiled brats (I can tell; I have the traditional big, fat, Malay family). And like brats, it annoyed me by cutting the electricity off (right in the middle of a Diablo 2! Damn!). Still on the subject of brats, it also leaks in the TV room, making tiny vertical Amazons', Niles', Mississippis' rivers on the wall (though, much more hygienic).

Why is it good entertainment in a blackout? My lil' bro & me had a habit of blowing the trails of tiny black ants into the river path and watch them get trapped, swept away, drown or hang on for dear life by the claws of their feet. We even make sound effects ("Aaah, help me I'm being torn in half! Somebody grab my leg, it's that huge finger again, help...!").

My mom got home from Power Centre just as the storm stopped (that's how she cope with blackouts: go shopping) and served us IKEA hot dogs (my fav, actually). The power was back on by 5pm but then it was too late for mom to cook dinner so we got pasar malam takeouts (she 's modern mom, absolutely refuses to cook anything if she can't use the microwave).

After so-and-so-and-so, that was my Tuesday. When night came, I let my 2 cats in my room (Patchy & Dusty) cos it's where they both sleep. This is the time of the day that Suvon really came alive to me, via bedside paper notebook. It's always a good practice to keep a notebook by the bed. You might just wake up with something, an idea, and an inspiration, maybe even for your blog.

So now it's a Wednesday and I'm posting my blog at school (told you it was long and winding). It's going to be a long day today, but I'm new to this blogging thing so I try to keep my stuff shorter tomorrow, okay? Thanks a plenty for sticking this far.

Signed: *Ophie, who spent her blackout with her Nokia and scored a 2104 in Snakes 2