Cut

“tingly tingly” The voice says.

There’s a pull and a quick graceful motion. Pulling out the practice stick. For blind fencing.

A sudden pressure and the first stance is on. An open one with the stick held centre ready to strike or counter from any direction.

And the litany is.

 

Moving softly,

Gently turning,

Cutting cleanly.

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I need my mouse back! It was specially adjusted to have the right sensitivity for me! ARGH!

I may be restarting my physical training again. =/ Realised I can’t kick anymore.

Marrakech 1

Sorry about the lateness of this post. Between losing my mouse, internet going down, exams, studying, assignments, labs and stuff it’s been hectic. 

 

  It all started with leaving Leeds in the evening(yes we have leather chairs in our busses in Leeds)And a bus ride to Luton in the dead of night.We're boarding!

Ah the international code of taxi swindling. Hey I come from Malaysia! I know how to deal with your kind! Don’t let this picture fool you. It’s actually pretty cold there.

Looking for our Riad(guest house) Seriously it was HARD talking to the woman! I had to cobble together whatever Arabic and French I had in my brain.

Just wandering the streets. Bought a small jar to collect sand from the desert.Big tower. No idea what is it. But it became a landmark.

This freak threw snakes on me. Then decided to charge me 15 quid to have my picture taken if not the snakes would stay on. SON OF A BITCH. Haggled to 10 quid.Beautiful centre square of marrakech.

Just a back alley with a beautiful calming view.There’s a lot of horse carriages around. Sorta like replacement taxis for those who have time and money. 

The centre square of the modern part of the city. Awesomeness

It’s Pilot’s dream to eat McD in every part of the world. So we had some crazy tajeen foldover. Not bad. But pretty expensive.

My travelling buddies Pilot on the left. Danny on the right. They gave us felt blankets. Awesome.En suite toilet. We ended up having a whole 5 bedroom to ourselves. 

Our room door. Not kidding you.

Marrakech 2 coming.

Happy to be third world

I went to marrakech. And at the end of the trip. After meeting Andrew and Elizabeth I feel like I need to appreciate my position more. And that I should stop whining about the lack of proper developement in Malaysia.

Will post more soon

The Other Magician

Hurm yes yes I've got the time to at least glance in the computer lab. Sigh I can't believe I've stooped to this. Looking for that pretty girl from 2 weeks ago.

I stride up the central aisle looking left and right. Don't see her. I frown. I leave and some people look up to see me walking really quickly with a frown on my face.

I head back to the foyer.

I guess it's time to go home.

"You've got a crush on her don't you?" I hear the playful voice, light yet it has the feeling of a well trained falsetto.

I turn slowly around and I come to face her.

Gee thats a familiar smile. Cocky and sarcastic together yet somehow genuine until all that sarcasm. A smile that only goes up on one side of the face. Yet somehow both the eyes feel it. Thats the look I give my reflection every morning to irritate myself awake.

"Heh. Give uncle a hug."

I give her a huge bear hug squeezing her and lifting her off the ground. She freaks out a bit but doesn't scream. Awww the memories.

"You never change uncle."

"I'd say the same for you but I've noticed you've got a new toy."

She raises her left hand to her face and the silver chain straightens out instantly as if it was a strand of mercury. She plays with it using her right hand.

"Heh I sorta guessed this day would come."

"Yeah I thought it would be great to follow in your footsteps. Become a detector. Feel the ping and all that samba you know."

"Awwww and I'm proud of you. Aren't you glad we've figured out how to finally do it proper?"

Her grin turns into a sympathetic smile.

"We'll uncle it sucks that you had to be a guinea pig."

"PRECURSOR!"

"WHEEEE!"

"You get to keep your innnocence and all instead of becoming a corrupted so thats what we all wanted for you."

A grateful nod.

"Heh try to lighten up. Tonight uncle's taking you out for dinner so go off get ready put on your pretty dress and paint your face. Don't shame your uncle by looking by a cavewomen instead of a head turning date."

She sticks her toungue out at me and I shock her by pulling her into another hug.

I hear the gasp of her surprise and she struggles for a moment afraid I'd lift her off the ground again.

Then I feel her arms come into contact with my back when she realises I'm not.

Sigh us old men just gotta keep carving the way for the future.

Luckily. The future is pretty cute.

It's something different

Like a painting to a blind man.

Like a song to a deaf man.

Like the aroma of a fresh loaf to a man with no sense of smell.

Like a lover's kiss to a man with no sense of touch.

Like running to a paraplegic.

My magic sings. You wouldn't get the tricks of it. Feel it's harmony. And the beats of it's tune wouldn't corroborate with any rhythm you've heard before.

It's all a song to me. And I've learnt how to play a new instrument here.

In the cold autumn it hummed it's tune steadily to help me adjust.

In the chilly winter it played quietly in the background ambient to help me keep my body together.

But at night, Every night in the darkness, the strings put their bows to owns instrument.

The brass; lips to mouthpiece.

The woodwinds, prepare their fingerings.

The percussion, raises their mallets.

And finally, the piano player gently resting her finger tips against the first key.

Where there is no light, or it is dim enough. They play. Most of the time just for me. Sometimes to an audience.

A tune of very much like colour and sound.

Altering probability. Bending the possible. Boggling the mind.

Behold, this is my magic.

A sleepless night

I first sleepwalked when I was 5. I went onto insomnia at 8. Then I managed to fry it off but it came back as nacrolepsy when I turned 16. Insomnia is back this time.

Thanks Yean for the early morning entertainment heh.

Kids in the snow

To fight winter's chill.

Snow storm.

Met Stuart aka the Rhubarb Triangle. He takes the cold way better than all of us. Sneaky guy shook Kevin's hand before throwing a good one right into his face.

Ahhhh. Good snow.