.~*The Realistic Life...My Sullen World*~.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

<-Doors->

Yes. Doors ARE welcoming. They keep you curious. Curious about what lies within. For they are the things that bars one from taking a clearer and closer picture of what they want or need to see, do, or embrace. But some Doors must never be open. However much the curiousity Doors can arouse, some must remain closed. Doors are not there for the sake of being there. They are there to ensure that certain things are done the correct way. They are there to symbolize matters. Security. Privacy. Safety. Well-being. These are but some of the mere reasons for the existence of Doors. But if you look at things properly, all i can say is that we DO NOT have the need for Doors. Ah yes, I feel and believe so. Doors, despite all the features introduced and installed them, do not have enough valid reasons to even block my way. They go into my brain as Disposable, as Unwanted, as Negligible, and as Killers.

Okay, lets see.

Disposable. Doors are disposable for certain plain reasons. Whenever you see that Doors are tightly shut and you wish to get in somewhere, there is bound to be this overwhelming sense of urgency, desperation and anxiety. These factors could lead to terrifying results, like loss of temper and control(both physically and mentally). Hell. Who would want that!? Dispose them, i say, People, Dispose them.

Unwanted. Doors are unwanted not for nothing. Im assured many of us people have been locked out of their houses before just for one blatant aspect. They are unable to match the Doorlocks with the Keys. Missing, Broken, Faultiness, too many Bluddy Keys, You name it. Certainly, perhaps some of us would call that Stupidity, but mind you people, if you say that, you would be bringing Stupidity itself to an all-new level. Come on... you are kidding me... are you telling me you have never experienced being locked out before? Are you saying you have never forgotten to bring something and end up getting heavily punished somehow, when those things were Unwanted in first place? Hell... if you have not... maybe you are still celebrating Childrens' Day...

As for the rest of us...
so it did happen before, did it not, and we would often blame this blame that for forgetting to get the Keys sorted out. Now, blame everything NO MORE! For, what we SHOULD be blaming, are the GOD-DAMNED Doors, not the somehow microscopic Keys that always seems to be going out of hand, as it is and will always be the Doors that go out of hand. Instead of blaming the keys for going missing, we SHOULD blame the Doors for being there in the first place. For they were supposed to be there for us. Yet in this case, they are there alright, but AGAINST us. Thats Like... What The Fish?!

Negligible. Doors ARE Negligible. They are there for nearly nothing. Lets look at Businessmen. When doors goes *knock knock*, do you see them playing Primary school jokes? They dont say "Whos there?"... All they say is... "Enter."... And Buddha knows what happens next. The man who now has permission would swing the forsaken Door open as if it was nobody's business, and then close it, one way or another. Its always the same thing. Yet things can be done without the door. They are just obstacles in the way. Cant we just walk up outside the room, Address your Boss/whatever, and sashay into the room when the permission is granted? This way, no door is asked for, just something more direct. Come on... even the man in the room benefits too... he/she can now take a clear look at who is the one attracting his/her attention, and may choose to ignore/act deaf if the need/chance comes by... rather than letting a supposed wolf in...

Killers. Hell Yell Yeah... Killers. Doors are killers. This is why i even bothered to write such long crap over dumb, lifeless Doors in the first place... Just how many injuries can one sustain from Doors? They are such environmental and bodily Hazards... They cause accidents. They KILL. I had been clamped by the fingers to the side of the doors for like... dunno how many times? Bluddy hell... Which idiot came up with Doors in the first place? Because it can also be refered to. Metaphorically. The Doors Of Life. The more you open, the more you see. Yet they need to be opened at the correct time and situation to be put to excellent use. Yes, Doors are Choices. Pick the right Door, pick the right Choice. Pick the wrong Door, Suffer my fate. I chose to open certain Doors. i find that i should not have chosen them. I wished i could try and open the previous Doors. No. I Cant and Can Never. I aspired to supposedly Atone, yet the path is still astray. I am still on the wrong track. This, is something i can never reverse. Doors seriously stink.
Another good(personal level) reason to expel Doors from this world would be what happened during today Chemistry lesson. I was late for the lesson, held at the Tinderbox, because i was seeking for the so-called Assignment 11 i thought there was, because i read from the board, "bring your Assignment 11"... The actual message? "bring your Assignment !!".... What in the world of cock-eye... 11 not equal !!... but heck bout that... Timothy decided to wait for me and go over to the Tinderbox. Candace passed me the Classroom key for me to lock up the room.(Feel my pain man... another damn Door to take care of... just when my hands were full... thank Buddha Tim was around lol..) I locked the place up, still unable to find my IMAGINARY assignment 11, and rushed to Tinderbox. Heres where the bluddiness comes in...

I reached the Door first. Knocked it several times, and Tim pulled it open(and held it). I stuck my head in, saying, "Sorry Mr Murali, we are late."
"Why?"
"I was digging for my notes and assignment.."
"Dont let this happen again. Come in."
Tim went in. I waited for him to enter first, before moving forward myself. Just then, i saw something from the corner of my right eye shine at me, turned slightly, and realised it was the unsupported, High-Density Glass Door coming right at my head. I turned my head back, shifting backwards, with hands still entangled with my Notes. Yet all was too late. Next thing i knew, my forehead compressed, jolted, stung and expanded. The class was howling with laughter... guessed it must have been a real funny and spectacular sight... but mind you people... stand in my shoes and you would most likely not laugh... Ouch...
Later on during the lessons... Mr Murali kept asking me am i alright regarding my bulging head... im fine... he asked the question like dunno how many times... and once again, he made me blurt stuff from my mouth again...
"Jin Yi, are you seriously alright?"
"Im fine im fine..."
"Anything funny? Like double vision or anything?"
".... .... .... .... Oh... Mr Murali!! You look wider than usual!!"
"Oh.... Jin Yi! You are going to get more screwed than usual!"
"Oh.... Thats fine..."
"Really arh? Thats fine arh? Sebastian? Where are you? Arh yes... we are shorthanded tomorrow right? okay good... Jin Yi, you are now assigned to shift 90 chairs tomorrow(Teachers' Day Celebrations)."
"Oh... Mr Murali... I dont feel fine anymore... I think im having a concussion soon.."

Hah. Congrats me man.. You see? This is what that happens when Doors are around... imagine life without Doors... Thats very much equal to my life without 90 chairs.....

Conclusion. The World is better off without Doors. Disposable, Unwanted, Negligible, Killers. Take the 1st letter of each of these four words, and they spell DUNK. Hell. Dunk the doors for Sanc sake. They arent worth being there. Speaking of dunk, reminds me of Basketball. My cousin came round to Clementi Town today for some match. Lucky me. First time i saw my cousin in his school uniform. Lol. Tall and shuai? Also, since im on-duty for SPCA Sales, got him to buy some SPCA Stuff. Lol. And their school thrashed our school Basketball team, from what i heard. Though i know many would put bounty on my head for this, but, Go Go Kranji!! LOL!

*Beep* Out Of Point. Fail.

.~When Doors Come Knocking.~.

Jinius Tan Ha Ha [8/30/2005 09:22:00 PM]

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