im so freaked out. by some stupid poem that miss tan gave us to analyse. here you go:

VIRUS by Neil Gaiman

There was a computer game, I was given it,
one of my friends gave it to me, he was playing it,
he said, it's brilliant, you should play it,
and i did, and it was.

I copied it off the disk he ave me
for anyone, I wanted everyone to play it.
Everyone should have this much fun.
I sent it upline to bulletin boards
but mainly I got it out to all my friends.

(Personal contact. That's the way it was given to me.)

My friends were like me: some were scared of viruses,
someone gave you a game on disk, next week or Friday the 13th
it reformatted your hard disk or corrupted your memory.
But this one never did that. This was dead safe.

Even my friends who didn't like computer games started to play:
as you get better the game gets harder:
maybe you never win but you can get pretty good.
I'm pretty good.

Of course I have to spend a lot of time playing it.
So do my friends. And their friends.
And just the people you meet, you can see them,
walking down the old motorways
or standing in queues, away from their computers,
away from the arcades that sprang overnight,
but they play it in their heads in the meantime,
combining shapes,
puzzling over contours, putting colours next to colours
twisting signals to new screen sections,
listening to the music.

Sure, people think about it, but mainly they play it.
My record's eighteen hours at a stretch.
40,012 points, 3 fanfares.

You play through the tears, the aching wrist, the hunger, after a while
it all goes away.
All of it except the game i should say.

There's no room in my mind anymore: no room for other things
We copied the game, gave it to our friends.
It transcends language, occupies our time,
sometimes I think I'm forgetting things these days.

I wonder what happened to the TV. There used to be a TV.
I wonder what will hapen when I run out of canned food.
I wonder where all the people went. And then I realise how,
if I'm fast enough, I can put a black square next to a red line,
mirror it and rotate them so they both disappear,
clearing the left block
for a white bubble to rise...

(So they both disappear.)

And when the power goes off for good then I
Will play it in my head until I die.

see? so scary right? he becomes more and more obsessed with the ame until, he lays on his deathbed and is STILL thinking about how to win that game.

me and cara were so freaked out and we started imagining stuff.

like, he sits in front of the spoiled computer, staring at it, playing the game in his mind and then when you take a good look at him you see how hollow his eyes are and all that.

and then the freakiest thing that cara told me was this: imagine like his eyes flicker and flicker, and then he dies. GAME. OVER.

omygosh. that was really freaky!!!!

and then i went home and slept without myself knowing. and everytime i woke up, i told myself i'll stand up and go wash up. but everytime i went back to sleep. and when i woke up for the fourth time, i really wanted to wake up cos i had this feeling that if i don't, im going to see the words GAME OVER really soon. and then i pulled myself up and felt so scared la.

so scary. that uncomfortable feeling is still there.

yuks.

OHHOHH.

miss tan praised me again today. yesterday, she was like, "my slave number one has become my star pupil!"

(:

and then today she was like, "you're doing very well."

i've gotta keep it up man. now that she likes me, it might be the key to getting an A for english.

wish me the best!