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Becoming the Ladies of Grace Adieu
October 25, 2009
REMARK : 6 DAYS TO GO FOR IELTS.

A note to Shai :
If you are reading this, can you enlighten me on some items in 'The Ladies of Grace Adieau', why must the author left the name of the location underlined, such as D_____shire or S_____...??  Are we suppose to fill in the blanks...??  Or is the place too magical that is has to be kept secret?

And oh -- now I know that 'show' can be spelled as 'shew' that she uses 'showing' as in 'shewing' got me thinking of my mum's sewing machine at home...

If I were to become one of the chapter in Ladies of Grace Adieu, it would be filled with gruesome details about a Fairy who is a soft spoken, sweet and kind hearted, that her sight pleases those who laid eyes on her, her smell cooed others, her voice charmed the birds, her skin as soft as feather, and her smile -- aaaahh -- brought man to their knees.  She lives on the hill M____, overlooking the sea, a few miles behind the stream of waterfall where beautiful strike of rainbow always appears in the day.  Beautiful, tantalizing, and amazing.  Her house is lavender colour, the walls are filled with dark red roses, with exotic scent, and butterflies flying around the garden.

(where's the gruesome part...???)

OK, here goes.  Deep down beneath the basement of the lavender house with walls filled with dark red roses - is a room, not fit for any living thing.  The air is thick with stench of urine, darkness undefined by any black in the world, eerieness crept to the core being for those who enters the room.

A man was seated in that cold-dark-lonely-eerie-room.  With the room sealed with unbroken chants, the man is unable to get away.  He, who once smelled of sweet fragrant is now part of the thick urine.  His lips are stitched criss-crossly with blood oozing out at every sewing point.  His eyes are wide open for he is unable to shut it for any eenie second.  His nose was half eaten by a group of mice that appears mysteriously at any random time.  His hands are mutilated with gruesome wound and deep scar that breeds white worm eating the leftover of the muscles.

For what reason does that man did which deserves that kind of torment and pain?  That whatever he inflicted to others that makes the Fairy keep him tucked away deep beneath the basement? 

A punishment - for he - who used to be an adorable and charming man. 

For he, charmed other just for his own selfish needs.
For he, filled his lips with sweet talks to cooed others to do his job.
For he, looks through his eyes at another woman's physical property, and uses it as a judgment against their personality.
For he, smells the hair of another woman and flatter them of the fragrant of their hair.
For he, touched others with his hands -- to make them believe.

For he -- who have reached to their heart.

For he -- who left them -- one after another -- when he found them to be of no use - anymore.

A torment for a lying cheating bastard.

Never ever did the Fairy went down to look after the man.  For she believes a man who uses other people's heart should not be left dead -- but to be kept alive and be punished for his lifetime for he can never understand the meaning of heartbreak -- for that is a type of man who says thing, just for the sake of saying it, for that type of man, is an insensitive, selfish, heartless - brat.

When one sunny day, the Fairy's path crossed with Captain Xiao - a man of honour, but rude, and never uses his charm, for he is going to do his job for himself, for he bows down to woman with respect upon them passing by, for he never smelt any fragrant for he believes that the only scent he is going to live with is the scent of his true love -- for he who have never reached any woman's heart -- who in the end, has reached the Fairy's heart - for the Fairy is finally in love -- that the spell on the basement room is now broken.

The poor man who was tormented is being set free.  With no tongue that he is unable to charm others.  With amputated hands, for he is unable to touch others.  WIth ugly disfiguration, for no one have the will to be near him.  For he, will never be able to lie and cheat - ever again that all woman can now keep their worries away.

And for that -- the world -- should be a better place to live in.

note : hmm, emosional nampak...??  Lame attempt to write classics...haha!

Posted at 08:12 by m.azian

m-azian
October 29, 2009   01:26 PM PDT
 
*singing* cruel to be kind, in the right measure...**

hehe..

ouh, reading that book makes me want to be one of the fairies.

memang sangat dark - that after reading every chapter that I always ended up dreaming that I am in some kind of enchanted forest chasing after something.. God, that memories still haunts me, which trigger the dark side in me.
Jis
October 27, 2009   01:42 PM PDT
 
Uuuu~~ very dark oke.
shai
October 26, 2009   11:19 PM PDT
 
hmmm as I understand it, Clarke is following the usual stylish custom of penguin books - when they republished works by regency and victorian writers, at times the name of places are blurred (sebab zaman dulu2 pakai inking), jadi they just left it as T___ or M____.

Clarke follows the same method of writing with the likes of Austen and the Bronte sisters, so she opt that.

But I love this piece. This is like the best piece you've ever written - cruel to be kind.

A dark poetry of some sort. Alas! (hahah, terpengaruh)
  

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