Thursday, 15 October 2009

The Decibal's Bin

Just completed my hearing test today. Not to my surprise, my hearing statistics are roughly around 110db to each ears, I smiled and laughed with the centre manager who did the assessments to me. The noise of a street's jack hammer are in the vicinity around 90-100db. Loudest football fans in the UK belongs to Portsmouth as they reached 96db.

He was absolutely right on what he said yesterday - "Well, it wouldn't take long to test you then!" - when I made an appointment.

I stared at the leaflet they gave me when I left. A face I knew from school, stares back at me. This is his centre, presented by his father. The Karim Fayed Hearing Centre at Harrods - In association with Mary Hare.

Ah, the years at Mary Hare! He's right, without the school, we would be different.

With the "bad" news from the hearing test, I can sleep soundly.

Those Snippets

The influence of him is upon us.
Slithering silently toward his brothers
but tameful as a tiger,
waiting for his lunch. Patiently.

Four legs, wagging tail, better at giving peace and peaceful itself without a thought. Different level of thinking and recognisation but different acceptance which overwhelms above them without realisation nor understanding. Dogs.

1 Block: n = 2.5t - Multiple blocks. Ancient equipments. Importation from the land of philosophers and myths. Primitive design. Triple. Triangle. Three:D. Applied mathematical calculations.
Precise calculation and construction based on Earth’s curve. Astrology, Reflection of our sun. Thus Egypt was built.

Imagine a dog spits professionally.

He faced the crowd with immaculate expression of sorrow and love melted into one. His enormous dreadlocks waved behind him as he shouted out in a strong voice, “Jah Rastafari!”

The very spot where the ugly thing lay is relatively small but I still pinpoint the spot without fail.

I usually give one glance at it and sometimes allow a second glance when closer, to experience the shudder and build up a visionary image of how f**ked up it was.

Dover broke from Calais, we became c**ts.
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