Home sweet home...
Ah yes...the summer(?!?) vacation is ending.
By and large, it had been a pleasantly good two months apart from the nasty results which resulted from a lack of effort in academic pursuits last semester. But the boy knew everyone made mistakes sometimes. And he is the type who seldom repeats his mistakes. This, he had learnt the hard way because, as a matter of fact, this was his second chance at life in general.
He was keen on taking a more active role in re-shaping his life of decandance and the first step he took, was to tidy up his god-forsaken room this afternoon. He started with the book rack, and ended with the finer details of filing last semester's lectures and tutorials. By the time he finished, he was marvelling at how perfect his room actually was.
In fact, he had even managed to fix up a Dvd player and hooked it to a small, but none the less workable TV he had in his room. So he could enjoy his good 'ld 'Mirai' VCDs and other productions of similar genre in the privacy of his own room. But that is if he could get the damn disc back in the first place.
This room-packing episode broke the stifling routine in his life. And it was the little perk he needed to feel a bit more like himself again. For once he thought his Dad was correct when he (Dad) said: 'If you can't even handle the small matters, how are you going to achieve something grand'?
Oh wait...suddenly he didn't feel like agreeing. But you can't blame him...I mean, a man who does wonders has no time for trival stuff, isn't it? Oh heck, he couldn't agree with either maxims actually. He just wanted to rebel against an authority brought upon him not by choice, but by destiny. You can't choose your parents... but whether your wish to listen to them all the time or not, remains your choice.
And so, after grasping the right mood of the joy of staying alive again, the boy decided to extend his sense of tidiness to the rest of the house and hence walked around, wondering if there was any cleaning up required. For the first time, he noticed that the rag on the washing machine had a cutesy blue dolphin imprint. And that the storeroom had an uncountable number of shoe boxes which he believed was the combined collection of his Mum and Sis. And that there was actually a box of old books stacked under a pile of clothes in the guest's room. Ah...what a day of discovery.
It made him realise that a big, but untidy house would never match the comfort of a small studio apartment which is maintained spick and span. Hence, he made up his mind, he would strive to get himself a neat little place of his own when his parents decided they have had enough of him. It didn't have to be big, but it had to be cozy and inviting. And being the nice chap he was, he would invite his friends, his parents and many a tipsy girl over to the place. Yeah, he was geared up for all that.
But for now, he remained contented with his room, its walls no longer a dimension of confinement, but a positive store of dreams. He figured, for the second time, that his Dad was probably right. Because if he could one day keep his own little apartment the way he deemed fit, then it might just prove to be the humble beginnings of a grandiose villa with the same management of cleanliness and coziness. Every complex ambition begins with simplicity of thought.
Who needs to be a rebel when you can be a dreamer?
By and large, it had been a pleasantly good two months apart from the nasty results which resulted from a lack of effort in academic pursuits last semester. But the boy knew everyone made mistakes sometimes. And he is the type who seldom repeats his mistakes. This, he had learnt the hard way because, as a matter of fact, this was his second chance at life in general.
He was keen on taking a more active role in re-shaping his life of decandance and the first step he took, was to tidy up his god-forsaken room this afternoon. He started with the book rack, and ended with the finer details of filing last semester's lectures and tutorials. By the time he finished, he was marvelling at how perfect his room actually was.
In fact, he had even managed to fix up a Dvd player and hooked it to a small, but none the less workable TV he had in his room. So he could enjoy his good 'ld 'Mirai' VCDs and other productions of similar genre in the privacy of his own room. But that is if he could get the damn disc back in the first place.
This room-packing episode broke the stifling routine in his life. And it was the little perk he needed to feel a bit more like himself again. For once he thought his Dad was correct when he (Dad) said: 'If you can't even handle the small matters, how are you going to achieve something grand'?
Oh wait...suddenly he didn't feel like agreeing. But you can't blame him...I mean, a man who does wonders has no time for trival stuff, isn't it? Oh heck, he couldn't agree with either maxims actually. He just wanted to rebel against an authority brought upon him not by choice, but by destiny. You can't choose your parents... but whether your wish to listen to them all the time or not, remains your choice.
And so, after grasping the right mood of the joy of staying alive again, the boy decided to extend his sense of tidiness to the rest of the house and hence walked around, wondering if there was any cleaning up required. For the first time, he noticed that the rag on the washing machine had a cutesy blue dolphin imprint. And that the storeroom had an uncountable number of shoe boxes which he believed was the combined collection of his Mum and Sis. And that there was actually a box of old books stacked under a pile of clothes in the guest's room. Ah...what a day of discovery.
It made him realise that a big, but untidy house would never match the comfort of a small studio apartment which is maintained spick and span. Hence, he made up his mind, he would strive to get himself a neat little place of his own when his parents decided they have had enough of him. It didn't have to be big, but it had to be cozy and inviting. And being the nice chap he was, he would invite his friends, his parents and many a tipsy girl over to the place. Yeah, he was geared up for all that.
But for now, he remained contented with his room, its walls no longer a dimension of confinement, but a positive store of dreams. He figured, for the second time, that his Dad was probably right. Because if he could one day keep his own little apartment the way he deemed fit, then it might just prove to be the humble beginnings of a grandiose villa with the same management of cleanliness and coziness. Every complex ambition begins with simplicity of thought.
Who needs to be a rebel when you can be a dreamer?
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