Thursday, May 11, 2006
a tale of... windows
Windows – Freakaaayy!!

nono... not computer windows... window windows...

I freak whenever I'm near a window!
Why?

You know those kinds of windows where, during the day, you can’t look in from the outside but people from the inside can see you. And during the night, you can’t look out from the inside, but lo and behold, whatever creeps and lurks around outside studies your every move! yiiihh! Gelik ah!

What are the odds of having a bogeyman madman lurking outside your window late at night, when you’re busy burning the midnight oil? I don’t know, you tell me. Heck, I’m the one with the fear.

Yeah picture this…
One fateful night, your parents and siblings are already in lalaland, leaving the still and quiet study to you. You’re on your computer, placed directly next to the window. With Ashlee Simpson on your playlist, you slave away on your soon-to-due assignment, now and then sipping your mug of coffee.

Can you predict software reliability before the system is completed and integrated? You do a little research, read some articles and come across jargons. What the *toot* is UML? Dang, why did the lecturer gave us things like this. Bloody hh…. Tap, tap, tap. Before you could even finish your thoughts, someone or something tapped on the window next to you. You froze. All sorts of thoughts coming to you. No, must be my imagination.

You continue with your work. After a while, there goes the tapping again. This time, loud and clear, definitely not your imagination. It’s like tapping the window or glass with your fingernails, long nails that is. With balls the size of chicken eggs, you take a peek past the curtains. Can’t see a thing, except your own reflection. Oh right, I have that kinda window. Then fast, you press your face against the window hoping to at least catch a glimpse of the culprit behind the tapings. Nothing. Outside, everything is still. It definitely wasn’t tree branch coz there weren’t any trees near your window. There’s only a washing machine and a lil old cupboard outside, nothing with the height that reaches your window.

So… what was it?

What’s really freaky is if you look out and a face suddenly appears, pressed against the glass. A psychopath. Orang gila (maybe even hamsap) with a really silly yet grotesque grin plastered on the face. *shudder* reminds me of clowns. Some may find it a ridiculous fear because those weirdoes are outside, and you’re on the inside, they can’t do anything.
Maybe. Like I’ve said, gelik. What if the freak suddenly gets all creative, smashes your window and reaches in to grab you? By then, you’d be shitting in your pants. Too shocked to move.

Right?

Ok, perhaps I’m exaggerating a lil.
Perhaps it’s not that bad.
Perhaps it’s just me and my wild imagination.
Hehe…

*glass shatters*
*screams*

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