knanaki

Singtel cannot be trusted. They billed me wrongly and when i called them up to confront them about it they just said they would send me the correct bill. No apology, no rush to compensate me for my trouble, no sense of guilt or shame.

what if i didn't check?
what about people who use GIRO?

It all just makes me wonder about all the other automated systems we come into contact with everyday.

Our monthly Salary?
Everytime we use our EZ-link to take a bus or the train?

A little bit here a little bit there makes up a whole lot of money that's being unfairly taken from us. How can we work for a system we can't trust? How can we subscribe to a company for services if we can't trust them to do the basic thing and bill us properly?

I'm flabbergasted at how the less attentive and the less aware are being ripped off everyday! And not one word about it. I think these companies all need to start bucking up cause it's fucking irritating and a fucking disgrace that such ghastly mistakes can be made so often that companies and their officials can develop such a blase attitude about it when confronted.

This is all just very disappointing.

Reading Flowers for Algernon is depressing... I feel like crying just reading it.

Metamorphosis

The horrid sensation of bone grinding against bone as the parts of his body sought to rearrange themselves. Fingers curled, nails thickened and sharpened into steel like claws that could slash through flesh in a single swipe.

The pain was intense and a mournful howl escaped his lips. He could feel the soft downy hairs on his body thickening and coarsening into long, shaggy fur. The teeth in his mouth jostled for space as they grew in length and keenness. His flat human face underwent a metamorphosis, elongating into a beastly snout.

Student Watching at the End of the Day

A dazed look on her face, a cold blank stare. Suddenly, her eyes widened impossibly till you could see the whites of her eye surround her pupils.

She walked like the soulless undead, trudging her way to the washroom. Each step heralded by the hissing susurration of the base of her shoe dragging along the uneven concrete ground.

He frantically smoothened his paper, discreetly too, trying his best to make it look a little less like some much waste paper retrieved from the class rubbish bin.

Her swift reflexes allowed her to pluck her falling water bottle clean out of the air without missing a beat.

Commenting on a love story written by a student… in my head.

Love is a heady drug that can turn the mousiest of men into a ferocious lion while crushing the spirit of the most stout-hearted.

Love the loftiest of human emotions, has never been brought so low, ground so far into the dirt by the cruel heel of one spurned by its capricious whims.

As though the chains of their assignments have been shaken off for this brief moment, he unfettered and the free clustered together in small groups to gossip quietly about the opposite gender to pass the time as they count the seconds to the last bell of the day.

Consultation on Short Story writing… Coming up with Phrases to Use

A gentle breeze danced along my skin bringing with it a comforting warmth. I smiled – thankful for the breath in my body and the beating heart in my chest.

… oh what fun it is to sit here at the end of the school day with the lazy afternoon sun sucking the life out of the air. The school children scramble to complete their work as I observe and narrativise their every move, every action into a fragmentary collection of fly away thoughts as part of a writing exercise to regain, reinvigorate, revitalize and re-inject life and vigour into my ever diminishing vocabulary.

I noticed there has been a sharp and sudden decrease in the number of blogposts i make a month!!

Egads!

Just last May, a mere 4 months ago, I made at least 9 posts a month... But somehow I managed to get through June with 1 post, July with 2(?), August with 1 and September with 4 (after this entry 5)!!!

This is a far cry from how much I used to write previously. Even if it's all bad writing. I fear I may be losing my grasp of the language especially since all I do these days is look at bad grammar. Sometimes I worry if I get influenced by what I read... There's hardly any Input anymore and in order for me to feel like i'm still growing and learning I either need to practice what I know or start reading more...

Oh nooooo.... I don't want to forget how to communicate properly. I don't want the vocab lists I painstakingly built over the years in my head to shrivel up and fade away... Nooooo!!!! 

The horror! The horror!