Today
0755hrs: I'm still thrilled. Yes I am. Even though I think I'm safe now, with Ana lying beside me, weeping out of happiness. My antenna senses, that I'm back to my familiar ditch, that I'm safe, that my last terrifying yet confusing 24 hours, is gone.
Yesterday
0643hrs: I was on my way to meet Ana, my sweetheart, when he stood beside me and tackled my antenna with a cardboard. I know this a typical Homo Sapiens' behavior, they just love to tease us as a slow and stupid crawling creatures.
0655hrs: I hate Homo Sapiens. We were taught to stay away from them, or we'll die. Hiding inside my shell I just missed my family and Ana, I know I'm not going to see them anymore, cuz' I knew I'm taken away by this Homo Sapiens. I felt my whole body was moving, I didn't think it was just because of my shiver.
0714hrs: I peep from my shell. I feel the mushy ground I was touching, I know that's the container he uses to keep me in, and I see a little plant which I know it was plucked from my ditch, because I can sense the smell. It's the smell of home, and it makes me feel lot more comfortable..
0717hrs: ...wait... is this the feeling called 'fly'? I feel I'm accelerated ahead in an extreme high speed.
0721hrs: The 'flying' stops. But in a very short moment after that I feel I'm 'raising'. I caught a glance where I was brought into a little room and then the raise starts. I try to crawl out from the mushy container but again, I'm touched on my antenna. It makes me shrinks. This Homo Spiens knows very well what I'm sensitive of.
0740hrs: I'm lifted up and separated from the plants while I am hiding in my shell. He takes me out from the mushy container and for the first time I can see clearly what's surrounding me. I see more Homo Sapiens, I see them smiling with weird face expression, that makes me terrified. And I see him. He looks slightly different from the other Homo Sapiens.
I think he got antenna as well.
0800hrs: Few minutes ago I was transfered from the mushy container into the solid this one. Now I'm lying beside the little plant. It is the only thing that assures me. From time to time I feel water dropping on me and the little plant. I just love the moist and the temperature, but I think that the whole environment is too bright for me.
0900hrs: I'm falling asleep. The brightness is simply eye-piercing. I need to hide deep inside my shell.
1330hrs: I shouldn't be so careless! I fell asleep!! Damn it. Anything could happen to me since then! ..and where am I now? The temperature is still cold, the moist is still there, but it's a lot more darker here. Where am I? Where am I?
1547hrs: I can feel the ground is stomping, and I can see his leg coming in and out from my eyesight. But I dun care anymore. I'm so sleepy.
1745hrs: I hear the grumbling sound of 'flying' again. That wakes me up, and I'm in the 'flying' mode again, I remember that. I started to understand the 'flying' is actually a method of moving for Home Sapiens. I think it's the best time for me to escape. I try to crawl out of the solid container, but again, I fail. The Antenna Homo Sapiens seems to be very alert to my every movement. I can even hear him say something to me.. not clear, but sounds like ".. hey Mr Chanel, you're active now...."
Mr Chanel? Who? Me?
2105hrs: Argh I just hate this Antenna Homo Sapiens!! I don't care anymore whether I'm going to die or not.. I just want to have my dinner quietly!! Shit damn it he forces me to be separated from the leaf I'm chewing. I hate him I hate him I hate him!
2115hrs: I'm transferred again. This time on a slippery surface with a big word 'MAP' on it. ..but I just don't care, I need to find my food. I crawl on the slippery surface. Suddenly I see him aiming at me with a big black hole!!
Shit! This is it, this is it!!! This is the tool he's going to use to kill me! God please help me!!
2142hrs: I heard a few times the clicking sound comes from the big black hole of the Antenna Homo Sapiens, I thought I'll die every time the thing clicks. But the fact is, I'm still alive... I'm so frightened as well as confused. When he drag me out of the slippery surface and put me back to the container with the plant, I have no comment. I started to think what's the main purpose of him? I'm confused, I'm confused...
2200hrs: I poo. Shit this is the most embarrassing moment in my life!! I poo in front of a Homo Sapiens!! And I even see him clicking his big black hole on me!! I don't care what's about the big black hole anymore, cuz the fact here is, HEY FUCK OFF!! Don't you see I'm doing something very private?!!??? ..
2300hrs: The light of the world of this Antenna Homo Sapiens turns off. And I kinda feel that this Antenna Homo Sapiens is harmless to me.. although it has been the weirdest experience to me in my life..
0630hrs the next morning: A tremendous quake wakes me up!! I'm shocked and terrified! My world is up-side-down, little plant falls off of the container, I'm still sucking very hard on the surface of the container.. What is this what is this??!!?! The quake is still shaking, hardly and harshly.. I don't think I can hold anymore. Quick enough, I shrink my self into my protective shell, although I'm not sure whether can my shell stand the huge quake...
0640hrs: Ouch!! I fall. I can feel the impact of the falling even though I'm protected by my shell. But almost immediately I sense something familiar. I stretch my antenna slightly out of my shell and try to sense for anything to assure. The moist, the chill, the smell.... I think I'm back.. I get out from the shell and have a quick peep.. I see Ana's ditch across the trail... and..
I see Ana standing right in front of her ditch. Waiting for me.
Note from Spidey aka Antenna Homo Sapiens: pardon me for talking on bahalf of Mr Chanel, the celebrity snail who will carry one of the main role in my upcoming montage project... will tell y'all later if the thing is successfully produced.
10 comments:
i dont how to feel reading this post.
its between gross n impressive.
HAHHA
i dunno what u call it,
bt we usually call it "siput babi".
when i dont even know which trait that describes the "babi" in the name.
bt anyhoo, anthing for a good product. :)
p.s. ur good in making ppl anticipate. sheesh!
Hey.. King!! I just clicked on your blog when your message came in..
Sorry to make u feel gross... hhahaha... everybody thinks so.. (including me actually..).. you should see Mr Chanel berak beb!! -- That's not gross, that's classically artistic.. (ueek!)
poor that little mr chanel fella... are u absolutely sure that he is safe with his gf? hey! wat about his royalty? on his behalf, i'm gonna sue you.
Sue me? WOW i think my video project would be more interesting if datang lah POLIS Snail and Lawyer Snail telling me "You have the right to maintain silence..." and "My client Mr Chanel has lodged a report..."
:p
Beh mu kelek bilo???
Please do not tell me that you ha d just spend 24 hours monitoring a siput babi.
hohohoh...so, this is HIM? hahaha... kau ni mmg...manusia otak alien (ths is a compliment k?)
Dear Flo... erm... yes... but not monitoring it 24 hours.. part Mr Chanel tido and feel the stomping tu aku kt office ler... kerje..
Chivv, YES THIS IS HIM... and THIS IS IT.. the project, my 2nd time..hehehe..
And BTW, thanks for the compliment .. I buy it.. hahaha... and if you watch MARTIAN CHILD, well I kinda get connected to Dennis, the MARTIAN CHILD.. huhuhu.. tyhat's me..
Dikazz...that's what I think what Mr Chanel shouted at me during his private time... well, pretty common kan? Unless they have their own version of saying "FUCK OFF" :p
Antenna Spidey
interesting blog!!!
i knw u frm ur little sis, nice to meet u.
ciannye Mr Chanel..
sejak bile ada hobi bela membela ni? btw..aku enjoy baca this post..
Dear brother,
1st - yc is my fren..is him told me bout this interesting " siput babi" ..then i read it...realy impressive... (i laugh alone when i read your blog,and my roommate looked me weirdly,say me siao one...)
2nd -as your fren said,when you have hobi bela siput babi? -fainted -
3rd - i like your description as a siput,hope there will have next episod..~ -anticipate for it-
your baby sis,
Cheer
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