Wednesday, January 28, 2009
So it all started well with me gambling with relatives that afternoon. Actually earlier we did smell something strange, the smell of burning ashes, maybe? And we heard the sounds of things falling off or of rain pattering on the roof, something like that i guess. There was certainly something peculiar in that afternoon. But ya, we all dismissed it as the smell of fire crackles by some kids out there. Immediate thought of fire at that time does not seem to be possible, at all.
With hardly a whisper, time races on. It was when I turned around to the back door which opened widely that time, and saw it at once! The deadly enemy next to our house, coming closer, smiling evilly at us. I think I must be very blur at that instant because I was merely staring at the yellow-moving thingy within the windows, not knowing that it was fire. I only knew it when my aunt said it aloud. Too unexpected to think of a fire I guess. And mind you, the house that was on fire just next to our house and it was a small wood factory.
Everyone was rushing as if there was no tomorrow- driving their cars away from the house, taking out their children and their precious belongings out of the house. Confronted with such a shocking piece of news, many neighbours and friends living nearby started rushing to our house. Out of nowhere, hundreds of people and vehicles were blocking the road. It was such a chaotic scene. So we did what we could- phoned the bomba. There were some people splashing water at the fire ( which was actually stupid and useless, because the fire at that moment was big enough to burn their asses off) Others just glanced anxiously at the fire, treating it as some sort of unexpected live 'entertainment'. Everyone were all just so oblivious to everything and everyone else- only the fire reigns in their mind. No one or nothing else matters.
>>fast forward kay?<<
In the next 10 minutes, ashes and smokes were already hung heavily in the air. Hope was suddenly shattered and a sense of helplessness set in. Of course, someone was sure to be out the factory, a job, or worse. But these things are hard to keep in mind in the face of such immediate, visceral distraction. The unreality of such event is unnerving. From a distance, we all watched, transfixed, and imagined being in the thick of it.The temperature inside a fire of that magnitude must be hundreds of degrees. The unreality of such event is unnerving, but all it takes is stepping a little too close to be suddenly and thoroughly reminded of the certitude of physical harm. If the unreality of the major fire is unnerving, the reality is terrifying.
Fire is a force of nature. Fire is an overwhelming destructive power. A relentless, voracious monster who swallows things whole and shits them out black and carbonized, used up for their nutrients and left to smoulder in the wake. Fire moves in perfectly logical patterns, but is still utterly unpredictable. Frankly speaking, it was my first time to watching the downfall of the burning house so near, so helplessly in front of me as the fire grew stronger, increasing its ferocity. It is like the accelerated entropy, the utter breakdown of support and integrity and eventual collapse of solid matter into charred and smoking remains. It is as though a living, rampaging beast were tearing through the building knocking out walls and floors, giving birth to numberless offspring who will be nourished on wood and paper and carpet and will grow to rival their progenitor in size and power until there is nothing left for them to feed on, or they are brought to submission by their only natural predators- water or humanity. And in the end, when the brood is defeated, all is black and soggy.
Yes, as you can see, life is such an unpredictable plot. There is no way of knowing what or when something is going to befall us. Even if it is the first day of chinese new year. You won't know it, until it happens, would you? Emm, even now still a bit feverish, but yeah, I made an effort to post it here so you know what to do. *clap la*
|22:07|
It was an unusual day indeed, a day at which everyone would call it a chinese new year. And also it was very hot, hot in the way that nobody would actually come to think of its intensity. Patently, there were something else of much higher priority in their minds. But everyone was exceptionally cheerful and uplifted that morning. As I looked around me, smiling faces was everywhere to be seen.
So it all started well with me gambling with relatives that afternoon. Actually earlier we did smell something strange, the smell of burning ashes, maybe? And we heard the sounds of things falling off or of rain pattering on the roof, something like that i guess. There was certainly something peculiar in that afternoon. But ya, we all dismissed it as the smell of fire crackles by some kids out there. Immediate thought of fire at that time does not seem to be possible, at all.
With hardly a whisper, time races on. It was when I turned around to the back door which opened widely that time, and saw it at once! The deadly enemy next to our house, coming closer, smiling evilly at us. I think I must be very blur at that instant because I was merely staring at the yellow-moving thingy within the windows, not knowing that it was fire. I only knew it when my aunt said it aloud. Too unexpected to think of a fire I guess. And mind you, the house that was on fire just next to our house and it was a small wood factory.
Everyone was rushing as if there was no tomorrow- driving their cars away from the house, taking out their children and their precious belongings out of the house. Confronted with such a shocking piece of news, many neighbours and friends living nearby started rushing to our house. Out of nowhere, hundreds of people and vehicles were blocking the road. It was such a chaotic scene. So we did what we could- phoned the bomba. There were some people splashing water at the fire ( which was actually stupid and useless, because the fire at that moment was big enough to burn their asses off) Others just glanced anxiously at the fire, treating it as some sort of unexpected live 'entertainment'. Everyone were all just so oblivious to everything and everyone else- only the fire reigns in their mind. No one or nothing else matters.
>>fast forward kay?<<
In the next 10 minutes, ashes and smokes were already hung heavily in the air. Hope was suddenly shattered and a sense of helplessness set in. Of course, someone was sure to be out the factory, a job, or worse. But these things are hard to keep in mind in the face of such immediate, visceral distraction. The unreality of such event is unnerving. From a distance, we all watched, transfixed, and imagined being in the thick of it.The temperature inside a fire of that magnitude must be hundreds of degrees. The unreality of such event is unnerving, but all it takes is stepping a little too close to be suddenly and thoroughly reminded of the certitude of physical harm. If the unreality of the major fire is unnerving, the reality is terrifying.
Fire is a force of nature. Fire is an overwhelming destructive power. A relentless, voracious monster who swallows things whole and shits them out black and carbonized, used up for their nutrients and left to smoulder in the wake. Fire moves in perfectly logical patterns, but is still utterly unpredictable. Frankly speaking, it was my first time to watching the downfall of the burning house so near, so helplessly in front of me as the fire grew stronger, increasing its ferocity. It is like the accelerated entropy, the utter breakdown of support and integrity and eventual collapse of solid matter into charred and smoking remains. It is as though a living, rampaging beast were tearing through the building knocking out walls and floors, giving birth to numberless offspring who will be nourished on wood and paper and carpet and will grow to rival their progenitor in size and power until there is nothing left for them to feed on, or they are brought to submission by their only natural predators- water or humanity. And in the end, when the brood is defeated, all is black and soggy.
Yes, as you can see, life is such an unpredictable plot. There is no way of knowing what or when something is going to befall us. Even if it is the first day of chinese new year. You won't know it, until it happens, would you? Emm, even now still a bit feverish, but yeah, I made an effort to post it here so you know what to do. *clap la*
I still remember my dream. The one and only one. _________________________________________________