Friday, April 20, 2007

Battle of The Indices

The clock hits 4.30pm and the battle begins.

Each sat in their own room, at opposite ends of the house, one on his reclining chair, with his feet up on the table in front of him. The other lying down, relaxing after a long day in school, on the couch, with salt and vinegar crisps conveniently placed within hand reach.

Both are clicking away at the small black buttons, each having a different number in mind. The white numbers have started to fade away, leaving the evidence for these persistent and childish acts.

With every successful click of his, her face reacts involuntarily to the results that appear on the screen. Lips mouthing incoherent, newly coined words and nose that has become asymmetrical, one half higher than the other, she determinedly presses hard on her chosen button “back up”, which never changes.

After ten minutes of this futile and frustrating game (to her) she decided to be the bigger person and give up the fight.

Remote controls, regardless of their revolutionary, lazy inducing advantages, turn everyone, whether it was the 80 year old or the already young 14 year old, into petty children.

10 comments:

zmanutdz said...

' Back up 'The good old sky remote,lol.

My sportsmanship are lagging behind in that game, so says the layers of well-placed adhesives, bad batteries and messed up buttons on my opponent's remote control set.

We never grow up :)

Dreamer said...

lol, you're an expert then!

Caesar of Pentra said...

Is it supported by the "Multiplayer" option?
I need to play! :((

Dreamer said...

It sure is, although that will create more competition for my poor sister.

Protegeoflife said...

what wa sthat i didnt get u am sorrylike reading other post though

M . H . Z said...

Pretty factual!, if all the conflicts in the world reched a neutral state, the clicker will still be an issue, so good luck humanity :))

Through Grace Peace said...

Our Eyes Dream Acid Tears

One land, one people, all asleep
one dream in every mind
all see words of scripture, captive
in a vise of hatred, crushed
distorted words of God, acid
tears, with screaming lips, the captor
feels the kiss of Satan
on his heart.

Little Penguin said...

I hope you do well in your exams.. I need divine intervention..

Regards

Dreamer said...

Hi there little penguin,
Thank you, one more to go. I wish you good luck too, hopefully all will go well.
:)

Caesar of Pentra said...

hey, there! You quit blogging? I haven't heard from you for a while. Btw, congrats! We won the asian title! I watched the celebrations of Iraqis in London on TV. I'm feeling proud!