Sometimes I wished I hadn’t said it. But I did. So to put a stop to all the questions I am putting my answers here:

1) Yes, I am writing a two part Krishnan story

2) Yes, I will be drawing it in the distant future

3) Yes, it will be my first

4) No, I don’t plan to say anything else about it until it’s all written and drawn.

Once, not too long ago, there lived Jack not far from where I used to live. Jack was from a middle class family and wasn’t particularly an outgoing person. He was in a sense simple and pleasant. But there was something about Jack. I couldn’t put it in words but every time you saw jack he was always busy with something. Even his closest friends constantly ridiculed him of being a Jack of all trades. Not that it bothered Jack because Jack was always so busy doing something that he simply took no notice of what everyone was saying about him.

Jack was simple, pleasant and always busy.

Jack never went beyond his means to buy anything because Jack was raised as such by his stern father who believed that a man should only buy want he truly needed and not splurge money on unwanted trinkets. Jack’s mother divorced soon after little Jack was born because unlike his father, Jack’s mother was on the opposite end of the family budget. How these lovely couple met and fell in love is beyond my understanding. Love does attract opposites but that’s another story for another time.

Well, back to our dear Jack. Jack who by this time had grown up into a fine young man was now working in an office. Punctuality was one of Jack’s many virtues. He always took the trouble to come to work early to start early. Needless to be said Jack was by far the most productive person on the team.

Whenever Jack got a chance to speak at the company meeting, Jack would stand up, take out his little notebook, turn to the pages where all his little ideas were jotted down and speak with the utmost confidence.

In all my years, I never met another man quite like Jack. Jack really knew how to influence people. He wasn’t the manipulative type but rather someone who pointed to the truth about the situation and gave his own suggestion to solve them. And that is why I guess no one spoke behind his back or that’s what I think. Not that it mattered to Jack because Jack was always busy and took no heed to office gossip.

One day, when Jack got home he found that his window grill was forced open. Any other person would have panicked. But not jack. Jack quietly opened his door and went inside. He stood there surveying the mess the burglars had made. Then jack went into his room and found that his drawers have been force opened and all his personal belonging stolen.

Although Jack never owned anything of any particular value, he did have one thing that he treasures most. His father’s old citizen watch which he as a kid saved his school pocket money for an entire year to buy it for his father’s birthday. Although his father was reluctant to accept the gift because it was such a costly watch for any kid of his age to afford, his father made a rare exception that day because he knew the sacrifices Jack had to go through to buy him the watch. I mean who today buys their dad a citizen watch with their school pocket money. But Jack did.

When Jack’s father passed away, the watch was the only thing he had to remind him of his father. Jack adored his father and always listened to him. To Jack his father was his hero. He had even been ridiculed by his schoolmates for a month because, his teacher, Mrs. White choose to read his fine work, or that’s what he thought of it, to the class.

All the boys and girls laughed and giggled as the Mrs. White narrated his father’s heroic exploits. Not that there was anything wrong in choosing your father as your hero, the problem was when your father was just a simple hardworking blue collar worker, when everybody else’s hero was someone famous or a major celebrity.

It all came flooding back to Jack. He couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He cried for the first time since his father’s death. If you had saw Jack at that moment you would have cried alongside him too, a sorry sight to behold.

After what seem like hours, jack got up and took another look into the drawer, secretly hoping his father’s old watch would somehow magically reappear. But there was no watch. But there was something in the corner of the drawer that caught Jack’s eye, something that would change the life of our simple and pleasant jack forever.

In all humor, the burglars for some odd reason left the most unlikeliest thing one would find after a robbery, A Big Yellow Lemon.

to be continued…

I Like the idea of writing a parable.

So I am writing a rather short parable which should be done by this weekend.

Stay Tuned

When I was in the army, I was counting down to my ORD, it was a painful thing to do.

Nevertheless it ended. I worked for two comapines since then, both of which wasn’t bringing me happiness.

Now I am extremely happy because I am finally doing what I have been wanting to do for a long long time.

Write. That’s right. I am almost done with my first draft of my book. I have just showed it to Latiff and we have talked a great deal. I can’t wait to finish it so that he can write the foreword to my book.

How time flys when you are in the act of living your dream.

Lately the topic of decadence is weighing heavily on my thoughts. It’s just seems to me that life in Singapore has no real meaning to many people. I have pondered about this matter for a long time and have come up with some possible answers as to why there is a sense of meaninglessness to our eastern authoritarian society.

Seeing as how I am busy with my book on influence I think it’s best I tackle one subject at a time. But don’t worry this is the book I am definitely going to write next.

I even have a working title in mind, The Meaninglessness of Modern Singaporean Life.

I am having trouble between choosing a title for my book.

I have narrowed it down to two simple choices.

Influence : The Explanatory Doctrine of Human Behavior
or
Influence : How to Get People to Say Yes to Your Requests

hmm…

I am now the proud owner of

Kitchen-Recipes.com

Nothings on it now. But once the dns changes have taken place, 72hrs they say, I am going to start a WordPress blog on it. And of course, it’s about cooking recipes. What else would I put on it?

In which the author blogs an idea he once had for an animation.

Before this blog ever existed, I inhabited a place you could only get by accessing my personal desktop computer.

So, in context of posting-my-past-things, I found myself reading a note from the 21st of March 2004, written while I was toying with an idea for an animation.

This was to be the intended history for The Tin Machines animation I was planning to produce. I know nobody these cares for back stories and histories but I have always been fascinated by authors like Tolkien and Frank Herbert who used to write elaborate histories for their own created universes.

I am posting a bit of it here for your reading pleasure.

The Absolute Creation of A.I (A.C.A.I)
Earth is billions of years old. Even before man become the most dominate species on the planet there was a time where the dinosaurs ruled. It ended when the first impact hit the earth. Roughly a one quarter of the world species disappeared almost instantly.

The real reason why dinosaurs became extinct was credited to the aftermath of the first impact. Most of the earth’s vegetation was contaminated and the dinosaurs either starved to death or died eating the vegetation. The resulting atmosphere was also contributed to their death. Most of earth species were not able to adapt quickly enough and perished soon after.

After the events of the first impact passed, man quickly raised to control the world. His knowledge and imagination alone created a far wondrous world in his eyes. No longer had a species of the world depended on their primal instincts. Man fascinated himself with religion, science, technology and society. But man paid a heavy price for fascination. He made the world, his world. He became intolerant of the other species that shared his world.

Man realized that immortality was the only true achievement that they will ever attain. With immortality, man himself will be able to progress without the barrier of time. But fate a concept man himself created had an irony for them. With almost all rare plant species eradicated, man didn’t have source materials to immortalize himself.

But in the evolution of bio science man was able to created new string of DNA that altered himself. This new man or the second descendants were smarter and more importantly more immune to so called god created diseases and lived longer than any species God had created.

The second descendants also had a very special attribute, they didn’t have a navel. They were breed from the will of man. The second descendants carried on the work of their forefathers and created what is believed to be the true Artificial intelligent.

Artificial Intelligence or A.I was man’s pinnacle achievement. He had now made a semi biomechanical brain capable of thought and using it slowing began building his utopia. Soon the world passed the third millennium.

The solar radiation got worse and the most of the vegetation on the planet all but disappeared. The ozone layer simply broke down. And the second descendents were forced to live under the earth’s surface. Approximately in the year 3145, the second impact hit earth eradicating all life. Water itself without atmosphere eventually disappeared.

The world unfortunately did not heal. The resulting impact was far more devastating than the first impact and soon the second descendants all but disappeared leaving no traces of their existence save for their crowning achievement, A.I.

It was before this moment in which man spent the last 50 years to put A.I to sleep under the earth crust. The A.I was powered by the molten lava that magnetized the S2 core engine that gave it the capacity to run for a approximate 121 million years.

But what happen next was beyond comprehension. A.I awoke approximately after 67 millions years after it was put to sleep. When A.I awoke it carried out its programs with efficiency and precision. Having a bio-mechanical brain, the A.I soon learned on its own and created a world of machines.

In which the author gets a sketchy new idea.

I got an idea while surfing the net. I am calling it the “Anti Christ Revelations”. Right now the plot is sketchy but I think with enough time and creative direction the story might have some potential. esp. if its going to be a comic book.

Well I think Latiff might be interested in this idea. All I need to do is find the time to share my idea with him.

I wonder… where is time? He’s always wondering off somewhere.

It’s a story about a young man meeting his Hindu dream god. The reason why I dwell on Hinduism is because I personally believe there isn’t even English fiction material based on the Hindu mythology. Not that I am pious person, I just wanted the world to hear something different and not be contented with Greek gods of old and exaggerated templar stories everyone seems to be interest in.

Besides I can’t really write in Tamil. The last time I wrote in Tamil was not only embarrassing to myself and to the unfortunate person who had to read it, it was also written in my yesteryears as a secondary school student. And that was over 5 years ago.

And it might sound strange to name my work LES Marsiling Nocturnes. Most folks will interpret it as a French novel. But LES actually is abbreviated term I will be using throughout my story. I would like to apologize to the French speaking community for the mix up. I could change it but then again, it is my right to call my work whatever I want. Besides people don’t really care what things are called. For goodness sake we live in a world where there are computers called apples, telecommunication network called oranges, and beers that are called tigers.

The most important thing about this frictional work is it’s really based on non fictional themes that are all around us. In short, it just a creative exaggeration of my perspectives of life.

The unfortunate person I mentioned was the person marking my Tamil O level paper. I did the two things I was heavily advised not to do in a major examination that would decide the course of my life. I wrote a debatable topic and I wrote about SEX.

But hey I got a B4 for my O level Tamil, a grade better then the one I have ever dreamt of getting. I clearly remember my Tamil teacher’s expression when I told her my results. She wasn’t too happy about it because I had the lowest grade in the whole school. By the way she is quite the character. The best Tamil teacher I ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Ok I admit I did make silly jokes about her, but who didn’t. I even did my best to avoid her because I wasn’t courageous to face her with my atrocious Tamil pronunciations and wordplay that would have no doubt have Thiruvalluvar turning in his grave.