Finally Found The Full Quote.

"Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
— C.S. Lewis

Epic Battle.

the battlefield was an endless plain of white - the surface almost glinting in the sun.

behind that, near the darkening horizon, an oppressive and malevolent entity hovered, poised for the perfect moment to strike. there were whispers that the entity came from a dark and unknown void, drawn to this world through a portal of pure evil. but nobody knew for sure.

the moment to strike arrived all too soon.

in a display of angry, almost evil power, the entity manifested itself as a searing, burning sludge and moved like a tide across the battlefield, consuming all in its path. there was no time to react - before the opposing forces could cry out, the sludge overwhelmed them and many perished, assimilated into the burning wave.

on and on the entity charged, eager to sully the perfect whiteness of the battlefield it so hated - bringing darkness and death was its only intention.

wave after wave of valiant defenders succumbed to the seemingly invulnerable force for what seemed like an eternity. the defenders were running out of time and resources.



and suddenly, the entity ceased to be, as suddenly as it had appeared.



there was peace on the battlefield as the defenders scurried to clear the debris and remnants of the entity's destructive path.



the air was still heavy with the entity's scent.





the future seemed to hang in the balance, and uncertainty clouded their minds.
they knew it would be back.. but when..?

Quiet.

it's been a long time since i had a night like this.

no disturbances whatsoever, the room being just the right temperature and nothing smelling too bad wafting through my window.

and it's been a long time since i had a good think about things.
the end of my internship's drawing ever so near - and i can't help but stifle the thought that i'll really really miss all of them there.

i was hungry and they fed me.
i was thirsty and they gave me teh to drink.
i was left out so they gave me a shirt to match them.

a good bunch of people, they are. i'll especially miss the brother, the cousin, the aunt, the grandmother and of course the mother.
yeah, i really will - despite it only having being 5 months plus.







i should probably catch up with one or two old friends with the short holiday i have just after the end of my internship (24 days as of now) before the school term starts.

if you're reading this and you know somehow i'm thinking of you as i write this, or you're thinking of me as you read this, then you'll probably expect a sms or two in the weeks to come.







and then there's my maternal grandmother who apparently lost her mind. things don't really look good for her - in spite of it all i have this small speck of hope that she'll return to the kindly, doting old lady that i fondly remember she was, up until this year when things started to go downhill. the hope's there but it's fading fast.

the day she ceases to remember me as 'Yang' will be the day i never existed to her at all - as with the numerous others that have been forgotten along with fragments of her sanity. that day seems to be drawing ever so much closer everytime i hear a piece of disheartening news about her deteriorating condition.



what'll i do now?