F.O.D
I'm a person sitting on a rollercoaster. One day my mood goes up and the other down. I think it's getting better now. I smile more often like last year and I don't really feel depressed anyway. Emotions are something I can't control from coming, but I can control letting it go.
I wish I can blog like him, really. But I guess I don't have the option of staying long in front of my computer to type a post. Time's just, not on my side. But I really do want to find something I can convey my emotions exactly as it is. To touch lives, to inspire people, to let them know what I truly am, what I truly feel.
Theatre Arts was pretty creepy (for me). There was this activity where all of us needed to lie down, close our eyes and listen to what Mr Ken narrates. He went like this:
"You are in this house. Think of how the house is like. Is it big? Is it old? Something in the house distracts you. What is it?"
I thought of this hallway full of big, antique paintings of royal families.
Vanessa though of this Mother's Day card. I can't remember what the others thought.
"You see this pair of double doors in front of you. Push it. Is it heavy? Is it light? How is the texture like? You enter a room. Is the room big? Is it small? There is a box in the corner of the room. Can you see the box? You walk towards it. How is the box like? What is the appearance of the box? There are some words written on it. What are they? You open it. What is in there?"
Then he asked us, one-by-one in a circle. Joseph thought of a cardboard box with the words "Fragile", and Nicholas a Jack-In-A-Box box with bloody words on it.
I thought of this red and gold box. Something which you'd find in palaces. It has a royal feel to it. And what was written on the box was F.O.D in cursive letters.
And I thought, what the heck does it mean? I have never come across these initials before in my life. The rest gave pretty normals answers like "For you", "I Love You" or "Open me" and I was this weirdo who gave a "F.O.D" and I have NO clue what it means to me.
And people saw lockets, letters, cards, photos, a mouth piece, a puppet in the box. And again, I was the one with a different answer. I had nothing in it. Just purple velvet cloth, I remember. Mr Ken asked "How did you feel then?"
"I felt Ok."
But still, I pray for the best.