Thursday, December 16, 2004
When Is The Right Time To Be A Dragonfly?
I was told earlier over the phone by Mr.Penyu that I write weird. I think there is truth in it.
I have been reading some real blogs, by that I mean blogs which deals with feelings, desires, apprehensions, informations and so on. Very adult, very focused on life itself. I write weird because I am scared. I fear that if I write absolutely everything, there will be nothing else left to write about.
I feel like there would be a burrhole made on my skull and my thoughts would be douched out and materialized into little things, bonbon-like, people can play batu seremban with or congkak with, whenever I have the urge to write anything personal. My mind to me, is like a Pandora's box, therefore it's not a risk I am willing to take.
Maybe it's not fear, maybe it's the very fact that I am crap at writing. True, but the very way of one's writing is the very art that one and one alone can appreciate. If others can tune into the right hertz, then they are either as weird as I am or that I am not that weird afterall.
Can people tell from the style of one's writing if there is a hidden message and it's not all what it seems? Mr. Penyu , you are just not artistic enough.
For example, if I write about dragonfly, would it interest anybody? Maybe to my 10 year old brother who is now back at home losing his sleep over the greatest joy of maybe just maybe our house will get hit by the tengkujuh flood.
I have been mesmerized by the ephemerality of being a dragonfly. It looks nothing like a human being. It has four legs and 2 pairs of wings. Big pair of eyes and skinny matchstick body.However, the configuration of it's lifespan, the difference of it to us was what stopped myself spooning my dinner a while ago.
The lifespan of a dragonfly is not long. Not something, somebody would be overly excited about. I was intrigued though by the fact that the dragonfly that you see in the garden, only lives for 10 days. In that ten days it has to eat tonnes and tonnes to make itself tinted with brilliant blue glistens. It's only when it becomes blue that it is attractive enough, therefore increasing it's chance to engage in the act of copulation. This is a very important milestone in a life of a dragonfly.
Around this time, it also has to mark it's territory for the eggs to be laid by the female dragonfly which would have been successfully impregnated, and hatched into larvae. There will be a lot of air fight and spitfire volleyed in the air with other dragonflies, in the a battle to secure it's territory.
Upon winning, the dragonfly is now the emperor of it's kingdom. Returning to the ground maybe on day 8 or 9, the emperor, with weather-beaten face, jaded, ropy, with skewed, broken wings returns to the ground, not to mend itself but to wither and die. It's job is done.
The bigger chunk of a dragonfly's life is spent underwater as a nymph. It's sole purpose of living is to satiate itself, only this is almost nonsensical, for a nymph's appetite is beyond imagination.
It's driven around by a propeller on it's rear end which also aids the nymph to create pressure, big enough in the thorax to project out it's mouth which lurches out at will, mercilessly snatching the pests into it's mouth. Pests ranges from mosquitoes to gnats and even snails.
Nymph is a nymph for 2 years. If life as a nymph is the better one out of the two then it is justifiable for the lifespan to be divided in such a way. Although it is during life as a dragonfly that the reproduction process takes place, it is also more tedious, with more responsibilities , full of trials and trubulations. It's only fair that all that happen during the 10 days of it's life.
The nymph metamorphyses into a dragonfly at exactly the time when it is physiologically feasible to do so. The exoskeleton becomes no longer permissive for the oxygen tension in the water to be utilized. A bigger tension is needed, maybe 21%. Hence the nymph crawls out into the open space full of air and eased itself out of it's case. No thinking needed, they just go with the flow.
The dragonfly and the nymph are already programmed to be what they are suppose to be at whichever time. Physiologically I am too. But I have much smaller eyes to the brain ratio compared to the dragonfly. I therefore can choose the time and place for myself to do my metamorphysis.
How clever, but how detrimental is to me that I am allowed to choose when and where, only time will tell. Does a nymph know that the second it becomes a dragonfly, it is also the very second that it's escalating towards it's demise? Can I put off my metamorphysis for as long as I want?
I find Attenborough's voice very sexy.
I have been reading some real blogs, by that I mean blogs which deals with feelings, desires, apprehensions, informations and so on. Very adult, very focused on life itself. I write weird because I am scared. I fear that if I write absolutely everything, there will be nothing else left to write about.
I feel like there would be a burrhole made on my skull and my thoughts would be douched out and materialized into little things, bonbon-like, people can play batu seremban with or congkak with, whenever I have the urge to write anything personal. My mind to me, is like a Pandora's box, therefore it's not a risk I am willing to take.
Maybe it's not fear, maybe it's the very fact that I am crap at writing. True, but the very way of one's writing is the very art that one and one alone can appreciate. If others can tune into the right hertz, then they are either as weird as I am or that I am not that weird afterall.
Can people tell from the style of one's writing if there is a hidden message and it's not all what it seems? Mr. Penyu , you are just not artistic enough.
For example, if I write about dragonfly, would it interest anybody? Maybe to my 10 year old brother who is now back at home losing his sleep over the greatest joy of maybe just maybe our house will get hit by the tengkujuh flood.
I have been mesmerized by the ephemerality of being a dragonfly. It looks nothing like a human being. It has four legs and 2 pairs of wings. Big pair of eyes and skinny matchstick body.However, the configuration of it's lifespan, the difference of it to us was what stopped myself spooning my dinner a while ago.
The lifespan of a dragonfly is not long. Not something, somebody would be overly excited about. I was intrigued though by the fact that the dragonfly that you see in the garden, only lives for 10 days. In that ten days it has to eat tonnes and tonnes to make itself tinted with brilliant blue glistens. It's only when it becomes blue that it is attractive enough, therefore increasing it's chance to engage in the act of copulation. This is a very important milestone in a life of a dragonfly.
Around this time, it also has to mark it's territory for the eggs to be laid by the female dragonfly which would have been successfully impregnated, and hatched into larvae. There will be a lot of air fight and spitfire volleyed in the air with other dragonflies, in the a battle to secure it's territory.
Upon winning, the dragonfly is now the emperor of it's kingdom. Returning to the ground maybe on day 8 or 9, the emperor, with weather-beaten face, jaded, ropy, with skewed, broken wings returns to the ground, not to mend itself but to wither and die. It's job is done.
The bigger chunk of a dragonfly's life is spent underwater as a nymph. It's sole purpose of living is to satiate itself, only this is almost nonsensical, for a nymph's appetite is beyond imagination.
It's driven around by a propeller on it's rear end which also aids the nymph to create pressure, big enough in the thorax to project out it's mouth which lurches out at will, mercilessly snatching the pests into it's mouth. Pests ranges from mosquitoes to gnats and even snails.
Nymph is a nymph for 2 years. If life as a nymph is the better one out of the two then it is justifiable for the lifespan to be divided in such a way. Although it is during life as a dragonfly that the reproduction process takes place, it is also more tedious, with more responsibilities , full of trials and trubulations. It's only fair that all that happen during the 10 days of it's life.
The nymph metamorphyses into a dragonfly at exactly the time when it is physiologically feasible to do so. The exoskeleton becomes no longer permissive for the oxygen tension in the water to be utilized. A bigger tension is needed, maybe 21%. Hence the nymph crawls out into the open space full of air and eased itself out of it's case. No thinking needed, they just go with the flow.
The dragonfly and the nymph are already programmed to be what they are suppose to be at whichever time. Physiologically I am too. But I have much smaller eyes to the brain ratio compared to the dragonfly. I therefore can choose the time and place for myself to do my metamorphysis.
How clever, but how detrimental is to me that I am allowed to choose when and where, only time will tell. Does a nymph know that the second it becomes a dragonfly, it is also the very second that it's escalating towards it's demise? Can I put off my metamorphysis for as long as I want?
I find Attenborough's voice very sexy.
