Another haiku by Mr Tummyflop Wigglebum

Moonlight Brilliance

Friday night ritual
Dancing dancing in the moonlight
Polar bear rises

Philosophy:Don't get too carried away with the good things because something bad will happen

PAWN—part 8

( meanwhile...Blue's perspective)

Before our eyes, Green was sucked into her square as though she was a mere leaf, easily controlled by a gentle breeze.

"GREEN!" The three of us called out, almost in unison, and within a few seconds, I was—

—alone.

Red and Yellow continued to call for her. No response.

I hugged myself, where was Green? Biting my lower lip, I tried to control my tears, in futile hope to stop them from flowing. I stared blankly at the empty space before me, where Green had stood...

Red kicked the grass in frustration. "She's dead. It must be."

Yellow continued to called out for her, but by the tone of his voice, one could tell he was losing all hope that he would get a response.

"Green... ..." I whimpered.

"Stop calling. It's no use. Just save your breath." Red said, in an irritated manner.

He had lost all hope, probably.

"No. It can't be true. Maybe she can't hear us." Yellow reasoned.

"There's no way that she can't hear us. Look how far apart we are and I can hear you and blue just fine without shouting. The only way for her not be able to hear us is if she is unconscious. Then she's probably as good as gone out here."

Yellow didn't respond.

Red did have a point... But...but surely it couldn't be true...

No. No it couldn't be true. Lies. I won't believe Red's spurious claims. What did he know anyway?

"Green! Green! Where are you?!" I began screaming, with more conviction then ever. The tears continued to flow, like a meandering stream, but I had not lost hope yet... ...

Mr tummyflop wigglebum

Definitely Stress

The stress reliefs ball
Ever-present in our mind
Does not really work

Philosophy:It's definitely stress.

PAWN—part 7

I rushed to the top floor, what was happening?!

To my surprise, I found one of the locked doors ajar. The door withe the letter L crudely carved on it...From it the bright orange light of a candle flame emitted.

I went in. The mirrors in the room were all clothed, but I didn't dare to unveil them...I didn't dare to...I didn't want to know what they showed.

The sound of a little girl's screams bounced of the walls of the house. It was deafening, and I clasped my ears and crouched in fear. Still it boomed.

Fear engulfed me..I couldn't help myself. Tears gushed out of my eyes as I trembled. I could hear every single word the woman was saying.

"STUPID GIRL! STUPID GIRL! HOW COULD YOU REVEAL THAT I AM YOUR MOTHER?! YOU DISGRACE!" The girl was screaming, crying, telling her that it was not true, pleading for her own mother to stop. I looked at the floor beside me...a pool of crimson red blood trickled towards me. I shut my eyes tightly.

"It's just a terrible, terrible vision..a terrible terrible part of the story... I am just dreaming..."

I heard something hot, sizzling, then a loud piercing shriek of pain from the young girl. What made matters worse, was that it was repetitive, as though someone was being burnt...alive.

Then I heard the clattering of metal chains...the woman's voice chanting creepily, angrily," I'll lock you up, where you won't run away. I'll lock you up, where you will no longer misbehave..."

The girl crying, pleading, "No mommy, no..I didn't do it...I didn't...please mommy, please..no.."

But her incessant pleading grew distant, like she was enclosed somewhere. Then as she sobbed, there were loud bangs, as though someone were knocking on a door violently, as well as the rattling of chains. The clicking of a key. The lights went out. The young girl's sobbing continued, and every now and then she winced in pain.

I opened my eyes to the darkness of the room. Faint moonlight shone through the window pain. In the room was a wooden chest, bound up tightly by thick metal chains, with a bulky lock guarding it defensively.

I walked towards the wooden chest, the floorboards creaking under my weight.

The sobbing continued...was the little girl...Lynette...was she in there?

A rat squeaked, and scurried from behind the box to a dark corner of the room.

As I approached the box, I could make out a dark hole in the box. Next to it, the black moth rested, like a signal for me to look into the hole, to look at what was inside...

...and following the signal, I crouched down, resting my right cheek on the dusty floorboard. The smell of mould and decay grew stronger. Just one peek, wouldn't hurt...

And in the darkness, I could faintly make out small, clean bones, like those of a rat. Some of them looked like they had been gnawed on, as though a ravenous creature lived in that box, and the adventurous rats were its only source of nutrition...or her only source of nutrition.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" "She" knocked in the wooden chest violently, though I could make out nothing else within the box.

Now, escape was the only thought on my mind. Whatever spirits that were in this house, whatever message they were trying to send....Those spirits were angry. I need to get out of the house. I don't want to know what happened to the little girl. I need Blue, Yellow...and Red.

I rushed towards the shut door. I twisted the handle, and gave it a push, only to be met by the disappointing thud of a locked door. I was trapped.

Would the window work? I rushed to the window, in hope. I'd jump out if I had to. I'd do anything, absolutely anything to get out.

As my feet pounded on the creaking floorboards, it gave way. One moment I was running, the next I was falling, shouting, —thud.

Yeast wine

Another haiku by me tummyflop wigglebum

Intoxication
Bread is meant to be eaten
I like my circle

Philosophy: Don't get too high.

Distractions

There are soooo many distractions in life. You wake up one day and decides to revise for your work, but then your alarm beeps. You walk over and realize that you have an email. You checked it, and because you are already connected to the Internet you decide to check your status on Facebook. WAIT. You found a new manga series. You read it. Look at the time. It is 5pm. Decides not to do anything for the whole day. That's me. Great.....

I believe everyone has these problems, don't you? It is just the way of life, you can't change it. Particularly on this 21st century where there is the Internet. So,

1. Turn off your wireless/Internet connection.

I know, it sounds crazy to deliberately cut off your connection to the outside world, but just do it. It eliminates your ability to easily open up your Internet browser and will help you to focus on what you really should be doing.

2. Set aside a specific time for using social networking/other recreational websites.

I’ve allotted myself some time to use the computer from 5:30-6:30 in the evening. I know that if I don’t give myself any limits, I’m capable of staying on Facebook and “becoming a fan” of fifty more pages instead of writing an essay or doing my math homework. I’m sure many people experience this problem too, so make sure to set aside about an hour (or whatever works for you) for leisure time.

3. Take short breaks.

After reading my American History book for too long, I tend to waste about half an hour by taking a nap. So to save myself from becoming insanely bored, I take little breaks by checking MySpace for a few minutes or getting a snack. I suggest that you do your homework or read for about ten to fifteen minutes at a time, then take a two to five minute break to maintain your sanity.

4. Do your work NOW rather than later.

I am a seasoned procrastinator. I’m guilty of wasting hours on end watching or making YouTube videos, chatting on instant messengers, or just daydreaming. I’ve learned the hard way that procrastination is not very rewarding and almost always results in bags under your eyes and B minuses (though there are several cases in which I’ve gotten exceptionally good grades for papers I had written at midnight). Do yourself a favor in advance, and start your work ahead of time.

5. Prioritize!

Ten years from now, do you want to look back at your life and realize that you spent a greater portion of your teen years sitting down in front of a laptop, rather than doing things that actually matter? Spend some time with your family or go outside and take a walk. Read a book, or do something with yourself that doesn’t involve a computer. (This is something I really need to work on too.)

6. Spend less time reading blogs like these about how to help yourself and get right to work! NOW!

The only way to really live productively is to go out and start actually living! After you’ve read up on how to become more productive, put your newly obtained knowledge to use.

Don't you agree?

6 ways to avoid distractions

That time

I hate you!

However, if there's ever a white hole,

I would still hope for eternal life for you.

For I am always behind you.

So please, just don't ignore me.

Don't say that I am a pathetic lonely girl

Don't that you would make me tired.

Because I am only tired if you are not around

(P.S this is written purely for fun)

Today...

There's a lot of things that happened today, like how I fell down from the stairs in the morning and got myself two huge bruises to how I bumped into my old 'friend'...

So, right now, I am going to tell you everything in detail!

Morning 8am -12pm
1. wake up
2. change my clothes
3. go to the nearby food court to buy myself breakfast when...
I accidentally tripped over my own foot and fell from the STAIRS! God... That was so embarrassing!
I quickly helped myself up and walked down the stairs, limping a little and continued my way to the food court.
In the food court, I was queuing up for Roti Prata, happily holding on to my Kopitiam card and ordered my food. When I gave the cashier the card, he tried scanning it a few times before telling me that there is not enough money in my card. Worst still, I didn't bring a single cent with me! So, I ended up calling my brother down to bring me the money and got a harsh scolding by him... Sigh...

Afternoon 1- 4pm
1. ran out of correction tape
2. decided to go down to the bookshop to buy a whole box of them
3. walk down the stairs
4. walk to the shop
5. happily humming my favourite song "Wedding Dress" by Tae Yang
6. Accidentally bumped into someone with his head in the air.
7. Apologised immediately
8. that person looked down at me
Guess what! That person is my old 'friend'. Well, he is my friend but someone I wanted to avoid so so much. (Used to humiliate him a lot in the past... Didn't want to meet him so that I could get away scot free)
9. *blush *blush (he grew into HUNK!)
10. walk away...
11. got dragged back
12. *blush *blush
13. whispered into my ears
14. Reason:
cause I had WORE MY SHIRT INSIDE OUT!

What a day...

PAWN—part 6

I pushed open the door, and entered the mansion. Everything was neat, tidy, but a thick carpet of dust lay over everything. I sneezed, as I walked in, unsettling much dust. Upon the walls, white sheets of cloth covered rectangular pieces. They were almost on every wall.

I pulled one of them away. Dust flew, stinging my eyes like needles. I blinked and teared, until the pain wore off. I looked up. It was a mirror, in a rectangular frame. Carved intricately into the wooden frame were complicated floral designs. I continued to pull at the many white sheets. Behind all of them, was the same, identical type of mirror. Mirrors...mirrors all over the wall, covering almost the whole wall. The black moth rested on a mirror. I looked into it, and watched my own reflection...it seemed desolate and lost in the mansion. The black moth fluttered from the mirror, and out of the room. I followed it, like a lost duckling following its mother. Where would it lead me this time?

It led me past other rooms, one a kitchen, one locked, one which stored firewood, which was surprisingly dry and suitable for burning. Then it came to a stairway. The woman's melody was calling me again.

I walked up the stairway, it's wooden steps creaking, threatening to give way. As I walked up the gallery, I continued to uncover mirrors. I finally came to a hallway. I pulled the last white sheet, expecting it to be yet another mirror. Now this was odd. It was a photo. It must have been significant in some way... In it, the woman was sitting, beaming from ear to ear,with a few creases on her face....next to her stood a young man. Too young to be her husband...perhaps the child she was expecting?

At the corner of the picture, the moth rested, batting it's wings for a while, before spreading them out and coming to a rest. I heard the woman's melody once more, this time it came from one of the rooms of the second floor. As I walked down the hall of the second floor, I tried every door, only to find them locked. The only door left, was the last one, at the end of the hallway.

My hand gripped the cold door knob, and the door gave way so easily, it was like pushing air. I came to a bedroom, the bed neatly made, and next to a warped window, was a crib. There was no lighting, so the whole room was dim, shrouded in faint shadows. The only source of light was the broken glass window, from which sunlight filtered through, revealing dancing dust particles in the air. In front of the bed, hung on the wall, was a white cloth.

My fingers felt the soft, dusty cloth. There was a chill in the room that sent even my heart shivering. I hesitated. Inhaling deeply, I shut my eyes, and pulled the cloth away. I opened my eyes...

...and looked into the mirror.

Behind me, or so I thought, the woman in the orange dress sat on the bed,her hands covering her face. I could hear her sobbing.

I turned around. The black moth rested on the bed, but there was no other living being there. The dust that settled on the bed, untouched, was a further indication. Then I heard wailing.

Looking back into the mirror, I noticed a baby in the crib.

The woman looked up, and stared blankly, her eyes overflowing with tears.
"SHUT UP!SHUT UP!JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"she screamed as she covered her ears. Then, in what seemed like frustration, she stood up, forcefully opened the window, grabbed the baby and sat it on the window sill. I could tell that she was on the verge of pushing it off...ending its life. One simple push...and like a china doll it would shatter into pieces.

She relented. She picked the baby up tenderly, and began to cry once more. Cradling it, she whimpered," my baby...how could I ever hurt you... ...but of all babies..why my own? My darling Lynette...you were supposed to be the fairest...the fairest of them all.." In her eyes, was outright disappointment. I could see it so clearly that for a moment, I was thankful the baby would not be able to remember the look her own mother had. It was a look that would dishearten even the most convicted soul.

As she carried the child, I noticed that one of the child's feet was twisted internally, like a club.

The mother and child slowly disappeared into the sunlight that filtered though the glass window, and from a hole in the broken glass, the black moth flitted out the room.

As it flew out, I heard the sound of splashing water. The fountain? I rushed to the window. The garden had come to life again.

The constant switch between the dream-like world and reality was confusing me. Not to mention the visions in the mirrors. Could it be that spirits were trying to show me something? The history of the house, maybe? One could only guess.

A girlish giggle broke my train of thought. I looked out the window, and I spotted a young girl, with hair like her mother, in an emerald green dress that could compete with the green leaves in the beautiful garden. On her back, was a small bag, that seemed to be hand-sewn.

"Bye, mommy! I'll leave for school now!"

"Wait darling, come back here." The woman said, with some anxiety with her voice.

The obedient child limped back, one of her legs twisted internally at the ankle.

"Now, remember, don't you EVER let anyone know you are my child. No one, absolutely NOBODY must ever know!" she warned.

"But why, mommy?" her daughter was clearly confused.

"Do as you're told, Lynette." The woman reinforced sternly.

The child was silent, and she walked away, vanishing into the distance. Gradually, the garden turned back to normal. Whatever I needed to see had ended, and I no longer spotted the black moth.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and I wandered around the house, exploring the rooms. I inspected the three locked doors in the hallway. Two of the doors looked ordinary, one of them had an L, crudely carved under the door knob, as though it were a child's work. The door had a security lock that ensured that the door could not be opened even when the door lock was unlocked. A separate key was needed to unlock the door known, such that one could actually turn it.

I also found a basement, but I was too afraid to explore it as it was too dark...

Soon, night fell.

The day had been warm, but the night was colder than I expected. It was lucky I had a fire going. I was alone, in the night. I was beginning to miss my friends, Red, Blue and Yellow. Where were they? Suddenly, a strong gust of cold wind blew in through the broken glass window, putting out the fire and sending shivers down my bones.

Suddenly, moonlight became my only friend. It shone it's soft spotlight on the mirror opposite the window. A silhouette fluttered in the dark. The moth? I looked into the mirror.

Seeming to look right back at me, from outside the window, was a sickly, green creature. Behind it, snowflakes whipped around the air furiously. It was winter. It's face had wrinkles like crumpled paper. It's hair was short and in small white tufts. It's skin was comparable to a frog's, olive green in color. The creature was probably even uglier than a toad .

I looked back at the window just to make sure nothing was actually there.

The creature, probably a troll of some sort, groped about in the pocket of his rags, producing a small pink vial. It smiled to itself, and gulped it down, some of it dribbling down his chin. Then, the strangest thing happened. It's complexion became whiter, fairer. It's hair grew longer, and covered its head. Before my eyes, the troll became an old woman.

"Rat tat tat, rat tat tat" It's bony "human" fingers rapped at the glass.

" Who is it?" I heard the woman cry as she rushed down the creaky steps of the stairway.

"Oh dear!"She opened the window hurriedly. There was a woollen, knitted scarf around her neck, and I noticed a bump on her stomach. She was pregnant again, was she carrying the young man in the photo? "What are you doing?! It's a snow storm out there! Come on in!"

"Oh no, it's alright dearie. I just wanted to borrow some firewood...an old woman like me couldn't gather enough for the winter...say...aren't you young Lynette's mother? She described you well in the marketplace, in front of everybody...a beautiful young.."

The "old woman" couldn't finish "her" tale, as the window was slammed in her face. The woman was livid.

"That stupid, STUPID girl! I knew I should have KILLED her when she was young. She's disgraced me! How can I face the others in society!? I've been humiliated! Disgraced!" She stormed off, and as she disappeared from the mirror, the troll laughed itself, turning back to walk away, slowly turning back to its original form.

Who was the troll? Why did it do something like that? What magic was at play here?

There were so many questions on my mind, and so few answers...making each and every question more burning..

But there were more important things to think about for now...yes, much more important things...

..for I soon heard screaming from the second floor.