Inspiration,
fate plays and fiddles me like a helpless toy. i missed her once again. are we never destined to meet? i wonder, with despair. it feels so near yet like a thousand miles away.
it was the start of the string of common tests today. was few minutes late for the first paper, english paper 1. had to rush from the bus stop after seeing another sec 4 whizz past me. was even planning to walk slowly up. I must thank Him for the sign. (:
browsed through the functional writing and got to work soon. though taking my time to write. the paper was from 804 to 0949. spent the 1st hour on the article writing. was supposed to write bout slimming tablets and its dangers. okay but this not what i thoroughly enjoyed today. only started to look at the titles for the compo at 9am. of the 5 titles, one struck me. titled "Inspiration." okay i dont know what struck me but today was definitely not one when i would squint so hard to just force an idea. the plot and setting just flowed naturally. im becoming addicted to writing. was reading up on some phrases for description on my way to school in the morning. probably helped me out not that i memorised but have an idea how to put down descriptions nicely :D
hmm yeah, so shall i recreate my story here.
The warm rays of the morning sun caressed Edmond's face gently. He sat up on his bed and stretched. He turned his head to the other end of the bed. His wife had already gone to work. Dragging his feet, he washed himself and felt fresh. Somewhere, he thought he felt a part of him missing but he could not understand why. He carried himself to the kitchen downstairs. Breakfast was ready on the table and beside was a note.
It read: Dear,
Breakfast's prepared for you
i'll be busy the whole day,
have to complete a project with a crazy deadline.
Love,
Jenna.
The papers for the day were already in place at the side of the table. "How thoughtful." He smiled.
He enjoyed his breakfast and papers slowly; he had all the time in the world. After the morning meal, he went to his work table which laid a laptop and stick-on pads all over. He sat himself down and flipped the screen up, loading the spreadsheet document which contained his half written novel. Then he come to understand the emptiness earlier. He had lost his inspiration! Staring blankly at the screen, Edmond was lost in the sea of words. He did not even dare touch the keyboard.
"Oh God, where is IT?" Throwing his hands up to cover his panic-stricken face. He had just lost the utmost tool required of his nature and his job; writers can only be driven by inspiration.
He shut the screen and walked towards the door. Pulling over a jumper and stuffing his wallet in the back pocket, the door closed behind him.
The morning was cool. The air was fresh. But it did not matter. Edmond was too anxious to be pleased by the sceneries of the beautiful morning. He walked quickly to the nearby Starbucks Cafe. He pushed open the door, ordered his usual Expresso and sat himself in the corner. It was not unusual for writers to do so when their homes were not condusive, temporarily, of course.
A familiar sense of deja vu overwhelmed him. He glanced around to observe the bustle in the cafe, perhaps he could force it out. The people having their morning coffee as usual before going off to work and executives studying blueprints briefly while referring and tapping frequently on their palmtops. He could not find it anywhere and looked blankly once again into the screen. Inspiration had run away from him.
Already frantic, he got out of the cafe and trudged along a path leading to the park, with heavy steps. His back landed heavily on the back of the bench, as his heart was laden. The forage and greenery seem to mean nothing to him. It could not bring back his mate. Instead, he dozed off on the bench. A leaf falling from a branch hanging above him landed on his head, disturbing and calling to him.
"The seaside! Yes, the seaside!" He picked up his laptop and quickened his pace towards the bus stop. He fidgeted about impatientily before the bus finally arrived.
The ten minutes ride on the bus did no good to contain his anxiety. His heart bounced about excitedly. And there it was. The clear blue of the sea caught his eye. He alighted and headed towards the coast. The waters ran parallel to the horizon above it. The sky was fairly clouded. The sun was up high by now. He strolled along the beach, from one end to the other. Still, he could not find it. His lost friend had abandoned him. Frustrated, he beat his fists angrily in the air and hollered at the sea. "Stop hiding and come out right now!"
He looked up and noticed what was ahead of him. The familiar large coloured windows of a chapel. Unknowingly, he had stumbled from the beach to the cathedral. He stepped inside and kneeled before the statues of Mary and Jesus. "Oh please, My Lord, please let me find my inspiration. Please return it to me. I beg of you."
Also, unknowingly, the sky had turned dark. He was tired. He had actually been searching the whole day for something he had always taken for granted. He finally understood, one only treasures something when its gone. Knowing it would be futile to continue searching, he returned home.
Back at home, exhausted and famished from the day, he threw himself on the couch. It must have been quite some time he fell asleep before he heard the knob turned and the door opened. There she was, his wife. So lovely, so sweet. That smile of hers melted his heart instantly. The moment she planted a kiss on his cheek, he knew he had found it. She is his inspiration, she had always been. He knew love would be just fine for his character, who had been left waiting in the unfinished novel; of course he'll make sure its a sweet one. And he could not believe, of all places, it was back in the safe haven of his home and in his wife where inspirations laid. "Oh Lord, thank you so much."
mmhmm so there's my story. please feel free to add comments :D im so addicted to writing. Finished all my foolscape papers today, about 12 pieces? Cos after english was SS paper. Was penning furiously for the early half the day. Oh and must thank nicholas for being my papers provider (both tissue and foolscape papers) didnt bring my foolscapre papers and he gave one whole bunch to me! thanks :D It was drizzingly slightly the morning. Once again, the raindrops keep falling on my head, and the all too familiar sensation of deja vu filled the emptiness in me. Call it Heaven's mockery, it's heaven's game in the making.
Nevertheless, Kwek, Chi and i went to the Homecoming carnival at HCJC. pretty crowded and loads of people have come forward to the carnvial. :D with only chi's $10 worth of tickets, we decided to spend all on food and were approached by some hcjc girl for brownines. we werent interested at first so went down to the canteen and field first. woah. the food prices are all jacked up! $10 of the paper could probably only buy you 3 items the most. haha. well we bought some chips and a $3 ice kachang? and went to the field to see some people trying ball games. there was sumo wrestling and the wet drop game. quite hilarious, especially the sumo cos jansen and another track senior were wrestling but not the normal way cos they were dressed in some oversized costume. lol! yep then we walked around, was actually finding it boring so decided to go buy brownies. this time the hcjc girl grabbed my wrist and had me to buy the brownies. haha! though it was unnecessary (cos we had already decided to buy) but it was quite cute lah. and we spend the final 3 dollars on a tiny packet of sweet? no lah its the consolation for our try at the tin can alley where we threw tennis balls at tin cans kind of game(duh) but kwek helped missed everything? and i was shooting the wrong tin can. haha.
we left for bukit timah market for lunch. ate laksa while kwek and chi shared kuey chap. after we left, she was there. so wrong, so close, so unfair. doesnt it all sound too familiar? doesnt it spells life?
oh well pizza's here (thanks mum) :D im famished after a day's inspiration. and thank you jermie for letting me share me story :D! enjoy !
Singing of His love at 5:52 p.m., Saturday, Jul. 31, 2004