3.45 a.m. It’s kind of scary when it’s drizzling and the streets are dark. It reminded me of a scene from ‘The Exorcism of Emily Rose’, that and the fact that the only window in my room is facing directly to a creepy alleyway…Several road lamps had burned bulbs or something like that. I could take pictures of it…but I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if something shows up when I’m previewing it? I’m alone; Ben is offline, a state which easily summarized as ‘I’m asleep… Bother me later’.
I’ve been dreaming bout white elephants again. I stood in front of a tall, wide marble staircase that got narrower at the top. A sickly sweet voice cooed me to climb to the top of the stairs as “there a surprise for you upstairs”…my mind seems to blank out when I felt a nudge from the back and without my will, I began climbing the stairs mechanically. When I reached the top, I was roughly pushed to a room, no doubt of it being a closet… it had a sign there anyway…so, there I was, locked in a small but tall closet with a white round window on one of the walls. I was sitting, legs pulled close to the body, chin rests on my knees, and hands lay limply on the side with my head nodding of to sleep. Even when the drowsiness was quite overwhelming, I can clearly hear the sea and… a wind-chime? *ting, ting~* the sound was quite beautiful… reminds me of the summer that they usually esthetically portrayed in the Japanese drama; the ones with the sound of cicadas, the ‘ching, ching’ of the dome-shaped wind-chime with a tanzaku in it and the refreshing feeling of eating watermelons in the shade and other stuff like that.
I felt rather than heard a ‘creak’ of the door opening. The same sickly voice told me that I had no choice to avoid this, and to that she apologizes. Along with the words she had spoken, her voice gradually softens; it had a motherly tone to it. It kind of reminds me of my dearly departed mother. Before I had the chance to butt in and ask questions, I felt soft hands cupping mine and rearrange them as if I were to accept something. “Here, take good care of this,” the voice whispers, “I’m sorry it’ll bring you trouble in the near future, but please, bear with it…” and there, in my hold was a small baby elephant and the small cramped closet that I thought I was in turned into a lavish room fit for an aristocate… mother had once said that dreaming about elephant was an ominous sign of receiving unbeneficial responsibility. As she had said, white elephants are rare, right? It was made a pet for a king, right? And it cost a fortune in both effort and money in its maintenance, right? And it’s beautiful to look at a mystical creature at its prime, right? But other than that, mother added, do they bring any benefit to the king? Try to think bout the money that the king could’ve use to make his kingdom prosper and flourish instead of pampering the rare elephant. It’ll be only time when his kingdom would fall to poverty… mother was quite wistful, in her own way… a friend had told me that a white elephant is a sign of religion…was it Buddhism or Hinduism? I kinda forgot bout that…
7.45a.m. I heard the news that Micheal Jackson had passed away earlier in the morning from cardiac arrest. I‘m not quite a fan of his music but I’m a fan of his passion to music. May God bless his soul.
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