Why Would I Write

Author: goodnewsgeorge

  • Big Big House

    God, does this hallway ever end? I’m getting tired already.

    I never asked for such a big house, but when you’ve been kicked out of your latest flat and up to the ears in debt, sometimes you just suck it up and take it like a man. Great uncle Jimmy passed away six months ago, and while he was a successful businessman, he never seemed to have any of his paperwork in order. It took a month for his will to be found and read, and it seemed that nobody around was left (or wanted) to claim what was his.

    Turns out, I was next in line to receive his property since my oh-so-generous cousins rejected the place. I can see why now! This house was in the middle of nowhere. It had forty rooms too many. A dried up swimming pool. A kitchen filled with enough pots and silverware to serve a small motel.

    But hey, like I said, I was down on luck, so this place had to suffice for now. Plus, the will said that it couldn’t be sold or rented, so I decided to make it my home for the meantime.
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  • Old Homes, Old Faces

    It’s been a while since I’ve had a wacky dream, but that changed last night.

    I was in my room in my old house (I seem to have a lot dreams which take place in homes I used to stay in – never in my current home), when I heard a familiar voice outside my door. I opened the door and to my surprise, it was my dad. For some reason he had decided to come back to Malaysia.

    But the dad in my dream was very different. His face was how I remembered it to be, albeit a lot older, and that was the only part of him I recognized. He had grey crew cut hair (never seen him have that hair style in my life), and his was big and beefy. Like he had been spending the past 5 years in Texas lifting cows and drinking nothing but protein shakes. But that didn’t faze me.

    He was holding my mom and she was holding him back like they were never separated. That didn’t faze me.

    Instead, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “how come you’re back in the country?”
    I remember he was smiling as he replied, but I don’t remember what he said – or anything after that (such is the fleeting nature of dreams, someone NEEDS to come up with a dream recorder dammit).

    Anyway, I woke up feeling really weird. I know dreams don’t mean anything, but I thought it was interesting enough to share.

  • ’cause they’re building houses and lights in Tokyo

    California Wives – if somebody told me back in the early 2000s that I would be a fan of ‘indie rock’, I would have just laughed in their faces and said, “Yeah, right.” Well, fast forward to early 2013 (or rewind back from the present date), Jason linked me a song to check out. It was a song called ‘Purple’ from a band called California Wives and from the opening guitar strums, I was hooked. I couldn’t explain the feeling that washed over me. All I knew was I enjoyed it.
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