Nocturnal Nights~

The humming of his computer,
The ticking of his old air-conditioning.

The vast boredom that hit him like a hurricane.
That would seem to take for ever to blow over completely.

Fine
Let me stretch out my imagination

He sat on his computer, staring at the screen.
Stared at the keys,
and stared at the blinking line.

An infinite amount of letters can come out of that blinking line...

Bo was a 10 year old..

No

Bo was a 7 year old..

Not quite.

Bo, a 5 year old with no desire whatsoever to age, grow, or mature.

He loves being a 5 year old. He hates grown ups.
"Grown ups get cranky and boring.." he tells himself.
"And now i'm off! To bring chaos to the room of the gorgon, who had been sweetened by the sweetness of the sickeningly peaceful peace"

He creeps out his room, ninja-style, and took tiny little steps just to play it safe.

And heard a window smash in from downstairs.

"Voices!" he heard. Someone is mumbling something.
An adult. Mumbling something.
"More than one..."
He crept towards the staircase hoping to hear better.
His tiny hands holding him up above the ledge.

"I said you take the front, and two people upstairs! Are you deaf?!"
"Leave no witnesses behind"
"Two kids, one adult, cut them up to flushable sizes"

What is this he's hearing? Who are these people? What have they done to deserve this?

A scream. Like none he's ever heard of, but sure as hell he was, that it came from his mothers.

"Please, don't do anything to my chi..." and he heard gagging, choking, and wheezing.

He could hear music from his sisters' room. Loud enough to sober an Irishman. But more importantly, he could hear footsteps running towards the stairs.

Bo, the child, ran into his parents room and and hid in the closet...

Enough.

"I'm writing for the sake of writing."
He lifts his fingers from above the keyboards, crosses his hands, and continued to stare at the screen.
"Maybe i just need to rest"
"I need a new hobby"
"I wonder what she's doing"
"I'm hungry"

"What about me?"

He stopped and stared at the screen.
"When one types without knowing it," he thought, "it's definitely time to get some rest".

"Don't leave me!"

Now he's sure he saw that appear on its own.

"Please"!

Any moment now, he's going to turn off the main switch, and jump under the covers.

"Don't leave me in the closet..."

Dream~

"Have you heard? The King who took a human wife passed away"

I continued to look up at the skies. Watching the birds of light fly over our heads.

"Then what becomes of it now?"

"Whoever she decides to marry will be the new King"

That could go unwell. This people of light has had a King of their own kind since before time itself was created.

"We might have a human King..."

I know, and that's what worries me. I don't trust anybody of my own kind to run this kingdom. Why did the King have to die?

I looked up at the whales that flew over us.

...creatures of the light...

Such a beautiful place. I can't remember how i ended up here, but this is where i stay now, this is my home. Where we live on elevated plains, the deep blue skies hang above us, and rests below us as well.

~~~
Dressed in a long white dress that's softer than silk, she stood before me, with two men beside her of non-human origin.
"I know you. More than you think, and i have been watching you from the ever watchful stones. I have chosen you"
The weight of the universe crashed upon my shoulders.

~~~
"You're about to have a human King, how do you think the people will accept this?"
"If you think we will never bow down to a human, you are wrong. We creatures of the light have nothing of the sort. Ego, pride, selfishness. What is your role as King?"
"I am to serve the people. To be just, to be wise. To live and die for the well-being of the people"
"Of your people"
"Yes... my people"
"Then on behalf of the creatures of light, i can tell you now, that you have our loyalty and we are glad to be at your service"
"Let's just hope you will never get a human king again. We are too selfish, and unlike your kind, we are cursed with desires."

"Go, the Queen awaits."

A good man was called back~

Today i would like to...write about something that i'm not entirely sure how to.
Since 1999, i had some sort of a religous tuition thing every monday and tuesday nights. The tutor, whom we call Uztaz, was a good man who always have a warm smile no matter the weather or how we behaved. He goes out of his way no matter how naughty i was, skipping his classes, pretending to be sick, you know, every single trick in the book.

My god i dreaded those days. Mondays was all right, but tuesdays....WOW. A little sermon of sorts that could take things up till 11pm regardless of me having to wake up early in the morning to go to school. Wednesdays was like the start of the weekend. I could do whatever i want. By sunday, i would get depressed. Waking up on tuesdays makes me suicidal.

Six months ago, i began skipping his classes. I would intentionally keep myself busy until it's late at night, so he'd be gone by the time i get back home. Every single week, on mondays and tuesdays, for six whole months, i would do this.

I often heard from my parents that he asks about me alot, and my parents kept on giving the same excuses (college, exams, lots of work, bla bla bla) and i doubt he bought any of it. It never worked. He knew i hated his classes.

I'm a believer, but of a different kind. My views didn't really go well with his.
But he meant well. His intentions were good.

As at 31st August 2005, i no longer need to evade his classes. I'm no longer bound to the depression of it all. I am free. But the price....was too much.
Uztaz passed away. A misunderstanding between what we call "makhluk halus" and him. Pneumonia (spelling?) in a week? Scientifically unnatural. But it somewhat is.

All i had to do was put up with it for six more months. He's one man who never gave up on me. Never stopped asking for me. He was truly, a dedicated educator.
Call me ungrateful if you will, but i have done so already.

I hated praying. Never believed in it. Pointless in my perspective. But i have prayed, and with him leading the prayers.
He was the leader of all leaders of praying.
Better than the great majority i know.
I hated praying so damn much since i was little.
But what i would give to perform a prayer with him again...
Just once at least.
I can't even remember the last time i did.
I want to, one last time, to remember.

I wonder if he would forgive me.
I wonder, if in the afterlife, he would acknowledge me as his student.

My perspective of it, belief is strictly between man and god,
But things between one man and another, that one should honour.
Forgive me for dishonouring it.
Forgive me for not appreciating the effort you have placed in those 7 years of trying to educate me.
Thank you.

Again, call me ungrateful if you will, i will appreciate it.
May god reward you with the highest of all rewards.