The Silent Room

I was visiting Fisher, a friend in Kedah, an American who lives with his daughter. He lives somewhere way up north and quite far from the suburbs. I left their house and decided to walk around before I leave for home.

I was lucky I had my digicam with me, as there’s a bit of a jungle about 100 metres from Fisher’s place. I went to look around for anything interesting to shoot. Sure enough, there were lots of odd-looking plants and animals that you don’t get to see in places near civilisation. I walked through the jungle as it got denser, all this while drowned in my excitement of taking pictures.

Before I knew it, I was out through the other side, and before me lay a small path. I would guess this would be the route that the locals take to get from one end of the jungle to the other. On the other side of the path is another jungle, and it appeared to be a whole lot thicker than the one I came out of.

At first, I thought I had enough of jungles for one day, so I decided to call it quits. Suddenly, I heard a rustle from behind a very large fern. I moved a bit closer, and suddenly something started sprinting away from me. I made a few quick steps and saw the dashing creature as it emerged into a clearing. It was a scorpion.

A golden brown foot-long scorpion. [What the fuck!?]

It was something I’ve never seen before in my life. Driven by the excitement, I jumped over the bushes and decided to give chase. Due my size [lol] I lost that big bug, and found myself surrounded by a jungle so beautiful that I thought I’d never get to see.

Hollow trees covered with creepers and roots. Ferns that dangle from tall canopy branches and vines that hang so gracefully like living curtains. At that point, I’ve never felt so thankful to have a spare set of freshly charged batteries and a 1GB memory card.

I moved in deeper and deeper, and found stranger creatures. Spiders with bodies the size of a rugby ball that jumped several feet across the air and caught a monkey in mid-air. Another large scorpion holding down a huge grasshopper between its powerful pincers.

Before long, I emerged out of the jungle, and found myself staring down a gentle hill, overlooking a vast field of greenery. It was a marvellous sight, with rolling hills little farmhouses and puffy white clouds against a wide sky that has never looked so blue.

I made my way down across the field and started walking on an unpaved road. I could see the tracks made by huge wheels, probably those that belonged to tractors that go on this path. I then heard the sound of engines from behind.

I turned around to see a group of caucasian boys in a Jeep, coming toward me, leaving a cloudy trail of dirt and smoke behind them. The Jeep stopped when it reached me. The driver, a boy perhaps a few years younger than me, tilted back his hat and smiled at me, with the straw he was chewing still stuck between his teeth.

“You’re not from around here are you?”
“Uh, I guess not. But neither are you.”
“Well, yeah. My dad’s got a house here. We come here for a vacation from time to time.”
“Ah, I see.”
“What brings ya here?”
“Oh, you see, I was chasing a large scorpion but I lost it in the jungle. I just walked through and I suddenly found myself here.”
“Right.”
“I never thought I’d get to see a scorpion that big, you know. Especially here in Malaysia.”
“Malaysia? This is Thailand.”

[What the fuck!?]

Needless to say, my shock needed no words to be noticed by Mr. Jeep Driver. He offered me a lift to the local police station so he can send me back across. The boys seem like a friendly bunch so I agreed. It was a quiet ride, but I still managed to enjoy the scenery before we reached the station.

Jeep Driver called out to the small shack with a sign written in Thai. It probably says ‘Police’ because I see something that looks like a police emblem on it. The door creaked open and out came a tall, bulky man.

“Hello, son. Name’s Dwayne Johnson.”
“You’re The Rock.”
“Well, I was.”

[What the fuck!?]

The Rock decided to take me on his Chopper bike home. We didn’t really talk much, it’s as if he knew who I was and where I wanted to go. It all felt so damn weird. I chased a giant scorpion into Thailand and then The Rock was sending me home on his flaming Chopper.

Things have gotten really strange. But it was too strange, and I was too tired to think that vefore I realised it, I dozed off on his back. When my eyes opened again, I was on a bench outside Fisher’s house. I heard a familiar voice coming from inside the house. It was Fisher’s daughter, Sara.

“Oh, you’re back?”
“Huh? Sara? Oh, uh, yeah.”
“Well, Dad said he arranged things to get you back here.”
“Sam did?”
“Well, yeah.”

I just realised my friend’s name is Sam Fisher. [What the fuck!?] The startling shock of all the weirdness and bizarre shit going on just made me wake up overwhelmed with WTF-ness.

[note: I watched "The Mummy Returns" last night and played a game of Splinter Cell before going to sleep. As for Thailand, I have no idea.]