Timed Writing 1 Feelings of a Song

Its a Mad, Mad, Mad World

"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world"

With an evocative lyric, Mad World by Roland Orzabal has obsessed me for quite a long time.
Eyes closed, I imagine a bleak surreal painting touching the tip of my nose. Reality and dream
intertwine in their inseparable waltz. The places we know so well suddenly turn strange as the
parade of poker faces are floating by. The desperate sighs (Going nowhere, going nowhere;
No tomorrow, no tomorrow), accompanied by the slow tempo, connote the monotonic life of
the workaholics, who Id love to call the miserable paranoiacs. They race their asses off
without a single destination. Race for the sake of racing.
Here in the Modernization prison, people do everything to get what they want, only to end up
forgetting their inmost raison dtre. In retrospect, I have been very much like the narrator of this
song at some points of my life, struggling to escape from this cannibalistic world. Im scared of
the psychiatric hospital we all fall prey to. If I were to be born again, I wouldnt choose to be born
human. A wind, a blink, or any ephemeral soul, but not human. Maybe you think Im mad. Or
maybe I really am. The surreal word picture, then, comes alive.
Timed Writing 2 Reporting a Fairytale

Atlantic Idol 2013 Contracts Unheard-of Disease

Right after the leak of Atlantic Idol 2013 Ariels secret photos on Facebook yesterday, her fan
page was engulfed by millions of controversial comments from her fans and anti-fans. These
seemingly casual photos wouldnt have stirred as much publicity had leggy Ariel not revealed
her abnormal lower limbs full of scales.
King Triton, Ariels father-cum-manager, said: Ariel is undergoing a hard time in her life. I
believe everyone who has witnessed my daughters ceaseless effort in the showbiz so far
wouldnt turn their backs on her after this incident. I also hope this unwanted disease wont
affect her Atlantic Idol title.
Sebastian, Ariels private doctor, revealed: Ariel is the first patient ever of her own disease. No
identical case has been recorded in the medical history so far. Were trying our best to figure out
the cause of this abnormal phenomenon. The only thing I can confirm now is that she needs to
take a long hiatus.
All the banners of Ariels live show outside Ocean Stadium were removed and replaced with
gigantic pictures of diva Ursula-the-Sea-Witch, Ariels mentor in the audition round.

Timed Writing 3 - Microfiction

Sunrise Battlefield
Fire the hole! shouts the commander, husky voice. Grenades explode one after another, louder
than anything on earth that can resonate. He rolls from one side of the terrain to another, trying
to reach a machine that, he believes, can help him save the world. Boom. All of the sudden,
his limbs freeze. So do his eyes. He falls deep into the well of unconsciousness. Its painful to
give up something when youre about to grasp it. Just like Phuc, who struggles every morning to
turn off the Call of Duty alarm ringtone of his cellphone.
(96 words)