Of the Unsettling Places
A couple of days ago after one of my study sessions with my Secondary School gang in school,we head on to McDonald's for a quick dinner,which was a mere 10 minutes walk away from school.We had loads of fun there,making fun of Samuel's appetite as well as his losing spree over TaiDee.All and all,it was a great way to end a day.Especially if the fullstop came in the form of a Sundae.I didnt really want to hold my sweater home,and it was close to 9pm at that time.So i wore it,and strolled home with my headphones plucked in my ears.So on the way home,i came up with this entry about unsettling places.

To get home from Serangoon Central to my home without the keys to the backdoor meant that you got to take the walk along the Monsoon drain,which is now overtaken by contruction of the new MRT line due in 2008.Anyway,strolling along that road is fine i guess.Its actually pretty quiet at night,perhaps a little too quiet.I had my hands in my sweater's pocket,and the air was still.Beside the music that was coming out of my headphones,everything was so quiet.Save for the water trickling down the pipes and into the drain.It creeps me out everything to walk on that road,as if somebody's following.Its impossible for anybody to jump out from nowhere and stab you really.I mean,that road is pretty long and if somebody was to stab you he is either in front or behind.Basically,there's nowhere to hide.But for some reason it creeps me out every single time im there.When i look back,i always see somebody peeping over the fences to the right from the corner of my eyes.When i look back,its merely the tall hedges growing along the boundaries of my estate.But at night,they look like old men looking over the fences at this boy walking along this lonely road in the middle of the night.I wont say its the "There is a ghost somewhere" kind of feeling,but more like the "Im Watched" kinda thing.

There are a couple of places that i hate to be in.The so called "Unsettling Places".My grandma's house must be one of them.She lives in Taipei,the poorer part of it anyway.That is where my mom's family grew up,and apparently my grandma wasnt willing to leave that place.From my mother's mouth,my grandfather whom i have very little knowledge of,built that house himself.Of course,im sure he hired a worker or two to help out.But you could tell that the work was done by somebody less than being a professional.The house has three stories,with the bottom as the kitchen,the dining area and the living room where the television is.The second floor is my grandparents' bedroom,and another small living room.The third belonged to my uncle and his wife.Renovated it a couple of years ago,and left it untouched since then.I guess,some people just have too much money to spare.Anyway,that house is really weird.I guess it must be the dirt it collected over the years.The sight of a cockroach or two crawling around sometimes mustve freaked me out as a kid.I mean,im not afraid of them whatsoever.But i guess i have a thing for cleanliness.And the existence of them means that your house probably failed my "Cleanliness" Test.Its awfully quiet in that house when nobody speaks,and the toilets are always wet and sticky somehow.The third floor was where my mom's room was located.But after the renovation you can hardly tell that the third floor was divided into two initially.Despite the renovation that floor was still painfully scary at night.For some reason the streetlights never reaches the room.Not enough to light it up anyway.The lights are dimmed in an artistic way.You know how those beautifully renovated houses have really fancy lights all around,that serves no purpose other than making the room nice?Yeah,those lights.Anyway,the shadows always seem to be moving when i am there surfing the net.Which can creep me out sometimes.

The second floor was where my cousins and i would hang out last time,playing toy cars and huge lego pieces.Come to think about it,i wouldve been better off playing my uncle's guitar upstairs.Oh well,i had no clue how to play it back then.The second floor had this huge storeroom beside the piano,which was stacked with old funitures for god knows how long.Just imagine the millions of cockroaches and their offsprings can make me hurl.Due to the moist climate in Taiwan,the ceiling of my grandma's room had small patches of moulds growing here and there.I didnt like going there as well.

The smell of jozz sticks fill the first floor,and i can never sit still on the sofa without shifting my butt after a minute or two.I hate to lean back on the walls,because it just seems so dirty all the time.So everytime i go there,i simply sit with my back erected,and still on a spot.The status of some unknown gods are pretty scary to me at times.I mean,i hate dolls.And i hate status like that.Yes,im sure they are supposed to protect you and stuff.But its creepy to look at their faces for too long.Those expressionless faces with cold painted eyes.When my grandma died,i visted her place to pay my respect.With the coffin lying there on the first floor it was really terrifying.I guess,i fear death more than anything else.Especially when death comes knocking on the door of that particular house,it seems a whole lot scarier to me.I hate to go to my grandma's place,despite her being such a wonderful old lady.I love her,but not the house.It gives me the creeps really.

There are so many places that makes me feel uncomfortable.But oh well,i wonder if any of you have the same feeling when you go to somewhere.Here are just a couple of examples.Places that i dont really like to visit.Oh well,i guess my home is the best.Haha.

Song of the Moment---Oh by Dave Matthews Band