Here I am again. Still being the "net nomad". By the way, the term was coined for me by no other than YT. It has been 11 days since I last accessed the Internet from my home. The official report now is that, my modem is fried on the inside (but still manages to turn on) and so is my computer. Conclusion, spoilt yes, but not fixed yet. Sigh~ But anyways, thank goodness for the upcoming PC Fair this weekend. Am going there to get a new modem and some other cool gadgets. My condolences to YT who lost her phone. I know how it feels to not be able to SMS nor to receive calls. But hey, it's a valid excuse for you to get a better one with even more "cun" functions.
I had a dilemma in the making but thankfully, it didn't explode into a full scale nightmare situation. I was supposed to leave on the 5th of January but my plan changed. Am now leaving on the 8th. Finally found tickets that fits everything perfectly. Now, its only the final nitty gritty details that I need to work out. Wish me luck! Hopefully I'll be able to connect to the Net from my place no later than this Sunday.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Net Nomad
So here I am, blogging on someone elses computer while in the mean time, trying to fix my desktop and broadband connection. Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do after getting out of my room is to call Telekom's customer service line which will be engaged the next 3 times. This situation actually reminds me to be extremely grateful for my laptop. I actually typed out my posts there and saved it as I will only get to post them backdated when everything is okay. Without my laptop, I will be deprived from my mp3's which by the way, I can't live without.
Having needed to send some rather important e-mails the past few days, I have resorted to make use of the computer at a friends place. Nothing like using your own PC but desperate times call for desperate measures. It beats joining a bunch of gamers at the local cybercafe. So yeah, I had a few bits to say the past few days but you'll only read it when I get everything sorted out. In the meantime, I'm trying to survive without IMs. *beep*
Inside Information
So here I am, yeap…still stuck without Internet connection. Its beginning to get rather irritating that Telekom still has not done anything about the broadband connection yet. But that isn’t what’s been bugging me. My mum left for Cambodia today; she’ll only be back on December 1, 2006. However, this morning before she left, I got another phone call from Grace. Apparently, I have to arrive no later than January 10th but the current ticket is for arrival on the 11th. If I change airlines from United to Delta, it would mean that I have to pay for the ticket again to Delta but wait for a refund from United which would mean a waiting period of 3 months or so. The only option left for me is to take the Delta flight which leaves on the 9th and arrives the same day. That way, I can still report to the University on time.
I have not booked that ticket yet. I’ll be going down to MSL (again!) tomorrow to see what I can cook up. The worst part is that I can’t contact anyone in the States as they are all having Thanksgiving! I’m certainly not thankful for that! Keep in mind, I’ve still not gotten my transfer credit evaluation nor have I registered for classes and I’ve not gotten the finer details sorted out yet. Gahh!!! Someone please shoot me! I think I’ve already been shot more than once today because every time I take a sip of water, some part of me leaks out fluid…
I have not booked that ticket yet. I’ll be going down to MSL (again!) tomorrow to see what I can cook up. The worst part is that I can’t contact anyone in the States as they are all having Thanksgiving! I’m certainly not thankful for that! Keep in mind, I’ve still not gotten my transfer credit evaluation nor have I registered for classes and I’ve not gotten the finer details sorted out yet. Gahh!!! Someone please shoot me! I think I’ve already been shot more than once today because every time I take a sip of water, some part of me leaks out fluid…
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Delayed
I guess we never know how important the computer and internet are to us until something major happens. I’ve been without Internet connection and a desktop for the past 3 days. I went to MSL today to pick up and pay for my air ticket which is dated on January 5th. I have already set that date as the day that I leave to the States. I like to prepare myself mentally for what lies ahead and for the day that I’m about to leave. However, after paying for the ticket and running other errands around KL, it was time to head home for dinner. I wanted to e-mail my contact at Drake on Monday to confirm the finer details with her but since the Internet was down, I decided to wait until it gets back up.
After dinner, I got a message from Grace asking me to call her back. It was about the accommodation at Drake. So call her back I did. It wasn’t nice news. On campus housing would only be available from the 13th onwards but in the admission packet, it is stated that International Students should arrive no later than the 10th. Where the hell are we supposed to put up then??!!
Naturally, I got nicely from my mum for not e-mailing the University earlier about the accommodation etc. One would think that if we were supposed to arrive by the 10th, we would have to have a place to stay by then right? That was why I did not e-mail the person in charge sooner. I hadn’t even confirmed that I was supposed to go this time around. Who knows? I might pull another Canadian escape routine this time again. I guess I’ll have to cancel my ticket for the 5th and instead take a later flight which would be on the 9th. The cancellation of the ticket would firstly, be a hassle and secondly, would cost quite a bit. Needless to say, my mum isn’t too happy about that and she’d made it very clear to me. So kill me, it’s my fault I’ll admit it. Contrary to popular belief, I’m my harshest critic. I’m still kicking myself mentally…
Well, at least I’m not the only one who has to endure shelling from parents. Grace apparently got it as well. We are one and the same. I suppose it’s better to stay at a motel/youth hostel/backpacker’s lodge for 3 nights or so in comparison to almost a week (my case, if I leave on the 5th). Grace will also be arriving on the 9th so yeah, we could just rough it out together for a few nights at a motel and split the bill.
After dinner, I got a message from Grace asking me to call her back. It was about the accommodation at Drake. So call her back I did. It wasn’t nice news. On campus housing would only be available from the 13th onwards but in the admission packet, it is stated that International Students should arrive no later than the 10th. Where the hell are we supposed to put up then??!!
Naturally, I got nicely from my mum for not e-mailing the University earlier about the accommodation etc. One would think that if we were supposed to arrive by the 10th, we would have to have a place to stay by then right? That was why I did not e-mail the person in charge sooner. I hadn’t even confirmed that I was supposed to go this time around. Who knows? I might pull another Canadian escape routine this time again. I guess I’ll have to cancel my ticket for the 5th and instead take a later flight which would be on the 9th. The cancellation of the ticket would firstly, be a hassle and secondly, would cost quite a bit. Needless to say, my mum isn’t too happy about that and she’d made it very clear to me. So kill me, it’s my fault I’ll admit it. Contrary to popular belief, I’m my harshest critic. I’m still kicking myself mentally…
Well, at least I’m not the only one who has to endure shelling from parents. Grace apparently got it as well. We are one and the same. I suppose it’s better to stay at a motel/youth hostel/backpacker’s lodge for 3 nights or so in comparison to almost a week (my case, if I leave on the 5th). Grace will also be arriving on the 9th so yeah, we could just rough it out together for a few nights at a motel and split the bill.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Stranded
It happened again. The second time in less than 2 years which made me wonder what was the probability of such a thing happening the second time around. My desktop refused to turn on yesterday and I’m pretty sure it’s fried on the inside. The difference this time around is that it’s no longer under warranty and I actually have a backup to work with; my laptop. However, after overcoming the first wave of frustration due to the desktop, I was hit by another one immediately. My broadband connection and phone line was out. To make matters more interesting, I had to contact my friend urgently regarding our air tickets to the US and I couldn’t reach her on her cell phone. I had her house number, but it was on the e-mail she sent to me, sitting in my inbox…online…where I couldn’t reach it.
You could imagine how stressed out and frustrated I was then. In my mind, plans for an attack on Dell, Intel and Telekom were forming but thankfully, they never took place. I needed time to chill… The calls started today, after my phone line got fixed. First to Dell and then to Telekom. It would cost no less than RM 620 to fix my desktop and it would take at least 2 working days for Telekom to get my broadband working again. However, the good news is that I managed to call my friend whose house number I procured from a mutual friend after a few additional phone calls.
So here I am, stranded once again. Writing this on my laptop and saving it before posting it once I get my Internet connection back to normal again. Time has been passing rather slowly today…no blogging, no IM, no surfing…just bumming around with nothing much to do but watch TV or read. At least I’ll be going out for the most part of tomorrow to keep me occupied. It’s a good thing that my laptop was not the one that got fried…I’d cry my eyes out. Can’t really blame anyone for the incident I suppose. The first time around, I thought it was one of those freak incidents but now, I’m not so sure anymore. I hate it when I’m stranded, stuck and marooned!
You could imagine how stressed out and frustrated I was then. In my mind, plans for an attack on Dell, Intel and Telekom were forming but thankfully, they never took place. I needed time to chill… The calls started today, after my phone line got fixed. First to Dell and then to Telekom. It would cost no less than RM 620 to fix my desktop and it would take at least 2 working days for Telekom to get my broadband working again. However, the good news is that I managed to call my friend whose house number I procured from a mutual friend after a few additional phone calls.
So here I am, stranded once again. Writing this on my laptop and saving it before posting it once I get my Internet connection back to normal again. Time has been passing rather slowly today…no blogging, no IM, no surfing…just bumming around with nothing much to do but watch TV or read. At least I’ll be going out for the most part of tomorrow to keep me occupied. It’s a good thing that my laptop was not the one that got fried…I’d cry my eyes out. Can’t really blame anyone for the incident I suppose. The first time around, I thought it was one of those freak incidents but now, I’m not so sure anymore. I hate it when I’m stranded, stuck and marooned!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
A Dreary.Boring.Lifeless Day
Today is the most boring day that I had in the entire week. I didn't go out at all except for dinner. I realised that since I've been out from Monday to Friday, staying at home seems out of the ordinary. You see, even my post is boring. I read a few blogs and the best so far was Grace's. Sorry to hear that your closet space has been invaded by a dirty rat. If you need help washing your clothes, just holler!
Now I remembered what I had to say. It was a good thing that Nianci, Sarah and I share the same birthday month. The more people celebrating birthdays mean that the less there are in the CG to plan a 'sabo'. As YT said, we got off easily. Things could've been worse...*shudders* All we had to do was exercise...
Friday, November 17, 2006
Friends
Since I was feeling a little down on the eve of my birthday, it was a relief when a friend of mine suggested that we head down to KL on my birthday to do a little shopping. I said yes immediately. There is no better remedy in this world than a day out with your good friends to chase the blues away. After coming back home, we ended up going out at night again to the mamak and spent part of the night talking and laughing. You guys are the best! Will miss you loads!!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Truth, Wishes and Lies
I got this from YT's blog and decided to do it. So, whoever reads this post of mine, has to do it as well ok? :P
The rules:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the Fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.
I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe that honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse.
I have changed mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe , free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way I look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of friends.
I'm currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at a McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I somehow enjoyed this thingy !!!
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
The rules:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Leave the Fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.
I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe that honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse.
I have changed mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe , free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way I look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of friends.
I'm currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at a McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I somehow enjoyed this thingy !!!
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
Birthday Blues
Well, it's that time of year again. This time around, the years ahead look rather intimidating as I'll officially turn 21 in a few hours. Being older means more responsibility blah blah blah. I don't know if I'm quite ready to face the future just yet. It's so easy to get comfortable with where you are now and not want to move along. After enjoying that wonderful party of mine, I feel that going to the States is a huge thing and I don't know if I'm ready to pack up and leave. I know I've said so many many times that I'm dying to leave but now, if I leave, it's with a heavy heart.
The fact that I'm feeling rather reluctant to go seem like I would really leave this time around. In another 7 weeks I'll be at the airport, hugging and kissing all my friends and family goodbye. I intend to stay back in the States for the summer holidays and find work but now, I have to really see what happens when the time comes. Staying back is a good option as I hope to find a job so that I would be able to make a little cash on the side. The next holiday would be in December. I'd rather come home and spend Christmas here with my family than to spend it without them in the States.
I'd hate to grow older as age comes packaged with other things which aren't so nice at times. I'll miss you guys loads! So much that I'd probably end up getting homesick eventually. But nevertheless, some sacrifices have to be made; friends, family and home in return for education and ambition. Make sure you guys try to catch up with me as often as you can, whether it is by reading my blog or by chatting with me online and I'll promise to do the same.
The fact that I'm feeling rather reluctant to go seem like I would really leave this time around. In another 7 weeks I'll be at the airport, hugging and kissing all my friends and family goodbye. I intend to stay back in the States for the summer holidays and find work but now, I have to really see what happens when the time comes. Staying back is a good option as I hope to find a job so that I would be able to make a little cash on the side. The next holiday would be in December. I'd rather come home and spend Christmas here with my family than to spend it without them in the States.
I'd hate to grow older as age comes packaged with other things which aren't so nice at times. I'll miss you guys loads! So much that I'd probably end up getting homesick eventually. But nevertheless, some sacrifices have to be made; friends, family and home in return for education and ambition. Make sure you guys try to catch up with me as often as you can, whether it is by reading my blog or by chatting with me online and I'll promise to do the same.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Hey, No Sneaky....Sneaky No Likey!
I guess I've underestimated the sneakiness of my parents on more than one occasion but this tops everything off. I was about to go out for lunch and a movie with my best bud Yvonne. But as soon as I got into the car, I was made to close my eyes as she said there was something planned for me. Naturally, I thought it was something my friends planned. Little did I know, my parents with the help of my CG Members...organized a huge surprise birthday party for me!! It was really amazing because first of all, I never expected it and I actually planned to have a party the coming week. My parents were so good at keeping the secret that when I went to get some party supplies for the supposed party, they nicely played along. However, I wasn't completely free of suspicion as I actually discovered an SMS sent by my friend to my mum last week. When I asked her (Yvonnes), she made up a very good story.
Needless to say, it was probably the best (surprise!) party I ever had and I felt really blessed that all of my friends made the effort to come with the exception of a few people because my mum didn't invite them. Having a wishlist really works because I actually got part of what I wished for. So people, next time your birthday comes around, write one out and post it on your blog! Thank you guys for making the effort to come to the party, for showing your care and for the wonderful presents. I wouldn't be who I am today without your constant support and prayer.
Thank you CG for the new bag!! I really wanted something big to take to University and I'm glad you got me what you did. Thank you Hannah for the Tiffany bracelet. It looks nicer than the Tiffany & Co. one and I'll be sure to bring it with me when I go away to the States. Thank you Chin for taking the time to go out and get that Jazz CD for me. I love it! Thanks Ps. Moy How and family for taking the time to attend my party and for the gift of books. Also, I want to thank all the other Uncles and Aunties who gave me ang paus...I won't be broke for a long time. Another big thank you to Uncle Alfred and Aunty Helen for conspiring with me in getting the phone! But most of all, thank you mum and dad for giving me the best celebration I ever had and for taking the time to plan the party for me.
Needless to say, it was probably the best (surprise!) party I ever had and I felt really blessed that all of my friends made the effort to come with the exception of a few people because my mum didn't invite them. Having a wishlist really works because I actually got part of what I wished for. So people, next time your birthday comes around, write one out and post it on your blog! Thank you guys for making the effort to come to the party, for showing your care and for the wonderful presents. I wouldn't be who I am today without your constant support and prayer.
Thank you CG for the new bag!! I really wanted something big to take to University and I'm glad you got me what you did. Thank you Hannah for the Tiffany bracelet. It looks nicer than the Tiffany & Co. one and I'll be sure to bring it with me when I go away to the States. Thank you Chin for taking the time to go out and get that Jazz CD for me. I love it! Thanks Ps. Moy How and family for taking the time to attend my party and for the gift of books. Also, I want to thank all the other Uncles and Aunties who gave me ang paus...I won't be broke for a long time. Another big thank you to Uncle Alfred and Aunty Helen for conspiring with me in getting the phone! But most of all, thank you mum and dad for giving me the best celebration I ever had and for taking the time to plan the party for me.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Sanctuary (Part 2)
After much procrastination, I ended up totally forgetting that I needed to finish the story that I once started. A friend and a fan of the story reminded me the other day that I was keeping her waiting. Anyhow, I initially wrote the first part of the second part a while ago but I couldn't really decide on how the story should end. It was easier than I thought it'd be the second time around as things seemed to fall into place. I re-posted the first part here as well in case some of you forgot how it went. So, after much anticipation, here is second and final part to Sanctuary. Hope you guys enjoy the ending.
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The door to the apartment building looked like it could use a new coat of paint; but then again, working in a parish does not pay much. He was not due home until 6pm, she’ll wait for him. Oh yes she will, she had all the time in the world it seemed.
It wouldn’t be that hard to dispose of a priest, she thought. Even more so of a fake one. Nunez knew the cops were after him, trying to put him behind bars. After all, he was the biggest crime lord in the neighborhood. What better place to hide an undercover agent than the Church, right smack middle in his territory. The Iglesia de la Madre Santa de Cristo was where many religious criminals paid their respects and made their confessions to the resident priest.
Father Armando Cristobal or better known as Eddie Rodriguez, undercover detective had been working at the parish for over a year before he was finally discovered by Nunez. No one could tie Nunez to the hit, especially not when he’s been away in Argentina on supposed business. The death of a non-existent priest would put the cops in a difficult position. They can’t possibly blow their cover, not after staking out at that parish for so long.
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He reached Apartment 3-G. The familiar smell of books and stale coffee hit him as he stepped into his home. He shut the door behind him and turned on the lights. The harsh fluorescence of the light blinded him for a second before his eyes adjusted to the well-known surroundings.
Humming softly to himself, he crossed the living room into the small kitchen to prepare dinner. He set the paper bag of groceries on the kitchen counter before turning to grab a glass of water from the sink.
“Hello Eddie, it’s been awhile…”
He whipped around and saw her sitting in the corner, in the shadows. A small pang of fear gripped his heart; he could feel his chest muscles tighten. She looked as beautiful as ever but older perhaps since the last time he saw her. The look of innocence on her face was no longer there. In its place was a slightly cynical and knowing smile, a look that did not make him feel any better.
“I didn’t expect you…how did you get in?” he asked her. “You’re looking well, its been three years hasn’t it?”
“Yes it has. Time flies when you’re busy. It seemed like yesterday when I woke up in the cellar at the parish.”
Her smile was so disconcerting in its sweetness but yet, there was something behind that look that he could not quite grasp. It took him a while to realize that she was waiting for him to speak; he had been staring at her for quite some time.
“You’re looking well. Why are you here? Are you in trouble again?” his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her in the face.
“I wish you had not asked me, I never did want it to come to this. I didn’t want it to end this way.”
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She kept it clean, like Nunez asked. To make things difficult for the cops, she blew up the place where he lived; making use of what was there; a gas leak. No one would suspect foul play. It was a cooking accident. No different from any other gas leak incident.
Nunez had paid her straight up in cash, just like she asked. All at once, she felt sad but strangely relieved at the same time. It would be some time before she heard from her boss again.
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She turned the corner, one hand holding a shopping bag and another, a newspaper. Her dark hair was now a shade of flame red, cropped to a spiky do.
The dog pulled on the leash, refusing to climb up the stairs.
“Come on now!” she said impatiently, before deciding to carry her Pekinese up the stairs to the building of her second floor apartment. Before she walked up the stairs, she checked her mailbox.
It was the usual junk mail and bills. Then something caught her eye. It was a plain white envelope addressed to Melian. It has been 6 years since someone called her by that name. She looked at the back of the envelope for the return address but there was none. Feeling slightly nervous, she clutched the pepper spray on her set of keys tighter and climbed to the second storey.
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Her eyes were on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. Having had to change her name, face and move to a new country, she hoped her past wasn’t catching up with her again. She couldn’t have done it without Raoul’s help. What had been forgotten suddenly came back and her body automatically adjusted to the extra adrenalin pumping through her veins.
After making sure that no one else was at the stairwell, she quickly opened the apartment door.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” she called out into the semi-dark space. Alex whined softly. No one answered.
She still kept a gun in the shoe cupboard and now, after putting Alex down, she slowly took the gun out. Crouching in the dark, she checked every room only to be met with shadows of all her worldly possessions.
Satisfied, she locked the front door and turned on all the lights before settling down to read the letter.
She slit the envelope open. On a single white sheet of ordinary paper, was the following written in that familiar script.
“I know it has been a while since you’ve heard from me. Sorry it took so long but I couldn’t risk being found out after all you’ve done for me. It took me the better part of the last two years to track you down and believe me, it was no easy task. I’m staying at Riley’s Bed and Breakfast downtown, room number 16. I will be here until Wednesday.”
She looked at her watch, it was Monday. She continued reading.
“I can’t risk going out too much and especially to meet up with you. I heard that you’ve been working with Nunez again. He’s not the right kind of person to be around with, especially after what you’ve done. Remember, I love you. Ed R.”
She tossed the letter aside. Alex trotted up with her favorite squeaky ball, begging Melian to play catch with her. Melian threw the ball across the room and soon went into the kitchen to make dinner.
***************************
She drove to the office the next morning in her black Mini.
“I must remember to schedule a visit to the vet for Alex. She needs another shot.” , she thought.
On the way home, she stopped by the grocer to pick up some things for dinner. Asim, her Bangladeshi grocer had a thing from her since the very beginning. Although it bothered and amused her slightly that he was always flirting with her, she never stopped shopping there as his produce was always fresher than the ones at the supermarket.
“What can I get for you today, beautiful?”, said Asim in his Bangladeshi accented English. She smiled at him.
“Just a couple of potatoes, some spinach…and have you got those strawberries for me?” she asked as she choose a few bunches of fresh herbs from the basket at the counter.
“Anything for you”, Asim replied as he packed up everything in a single brown paper bag.
“That would be $4.75 please.”
She picked up the bag with one arm and put a $5 bill on the counter.
“Keep the change. Bye Asim, see you soon.”
She had to get back home soon. Luke was coming over for dinner and she had to get the roast into the oven as soon as possible. It’s a good thing dishes like that could be prepared a day or two ahead.
***************************
The potatoes were almost done when the doorbell rang and Alex barked.
“It must be Luke”, she thought and went to open the door.
They’ve been seeing each other for 5 months but before that, they were co-workers for over a year. One time, he confessed that it took him months before he could summon enough courage to ask her out. She laughed when he told her that; she’d never been happier.
There he was, standing at the door with a bunch of African daisies in his hand; her favorite. He rushed all the way here, she could tell by his disheveled hair. She smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
The roast was too much for the both of them and it was the smallest one she could find at the butchers. Looks like it would be roast beef sandwiches for lunch tomorrow, she thought as she washed up the dishes before heading off to bed. Luke had already left for home as he had some last minute work to finish on his annual report.
“Goodnight Alex!”, she said as she kissed her dog before switching off the lights to go to bed.
***************************
The phone by the bedside rang. It was Luke.
“Hey, I’m on the way to the office but I decided to stop by and grab a bite for breakfast. Do you want anything?”
After promising that he would get her some bagels and a cappuccino, she hung up, got out of bed and hit the showers before dressing for work.
“Here, Alex”, she called before scooping up her dog under one arm and picking up her bag with the other one.
“You’re going to the vet today” she cooed to the dog and unlocked the front door. Stooping down, she picked up the morning paper on her doormat before tucking it into her bag and turning around to lock the apartment door.
After strapping Alex into the front seat, she walked over to the driver’s side and got in. She had to hurry to office before the mad rush to work starts.
***************************
Luke met her at the cubicle and handed over what was to be her breakfast.
“Thanks dear”, she said before she put Alex down on the floor and sat down to have breakfast with Luke.
“Have you read the paper yet?”, Luke asked with a mouthful of croissant.
“Not yet, after I eat this”, she said through sips of cappuccino.
“You know Riley’s downtown? We’ve passed it so many times on the way to Vincenzo’s?”
“Hmm…I don’t think so. What is that place?”
“You know the Bed & Breakfast place one block away from Alex’s vet?”
“Oh yeah, that place. What about it?”
“Apparently, the manager found this guy murdered yesterday. He was trying to collect the rent for the room but no one answered so he opened the door. The police have no idea who did it as the guy was from out of town. They think it was a robbery as his wallet was found missing….”
She let his voice trail off and concentrated on trying not to burn her tongue with the hot cappuccino. Alex tried jumping onto her lap. She broke off a piece of bagel and offered it to her.
Luke was still talking…
THE END
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The door to the apartment building looked like it could use a new coat of paint; but then again, working in a parish does not pay much. He was not due home until 6pm, she’ll wait for him. Oh yes she will, she had all the time in the world it seemed.
It wouldn’t be that hard to dispose of a priest, she thought. Even more so of a fake one. Nunez knew the cops were after him, trying to put him behind bars. After all, he was the biggest crime lord in the neighborhood. What better place to hide an undercover agent than the Church, right smack middle in his territory. The Iglesia de la Madre Santa de Cristo was where many religious criminals paid their respects and made their confessions to the resident priest.
Father Armando Cristobal or better known as Eddie Rodriguez, undercover detective had been working at the parish for over a year before he was finally discovered by Nunez. No one could tie Nunez to the hit, especially not when he’s been away in Argentina on supposed business. The death of a non-existent priest would put the cops in a difficult position. They can’t possibly blow their cover, not after staking out at that parish for so long.
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He reached Apartment 3-G. The familiar smell of books and stale coffee hit him as he stepped into his home. He shut the door behind him and turned on the lights. The harsh fluorescence of the light blinded him for a second before his eyes adjusted to the well-known surroundings.
Humming softly to himself, he crossed the living room into the small kitchen to prepare dinner. He set the paper bag of groceries on the kitchen counter before turning to grab a glass of water from the sink.
“Hello Eddie, it’s been awhile…”
He whipped around and saw her sitting in the corner, in the shadows. A small pang of fear gripped his heart; he could feel his chest muscles tighten. She looked as beautiful as ever but older perhaps since the last time he saw her. The look of innocence on her face was no longer there. In its place was a slightly cynical and knowing smile, a look that did not make him feel any better.
“I didn’t expect you…how did you get in?” he asked her. “You’re looking well, its been three years hasn’t it?”
“Yes it has. Time flies when you’re busy. It seemed like yesterday when I woke up in the cellar at the parish.”
Her smile was so disconcerting in its sweetness but yet, there was something behind that look that he could not quite grasp. It took him a while to realize that she was waiting for him to speak; he had been staring at her for quite some time.
“You’re looking well. Why are you here? Are you in trouble again?” his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her in the face.
“I wish you had not asked me, I never did want it to come to this. I didn’t want it to end this way.”
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She kept it clean, like Nunez asked. To make things difficult for the cops, she blew up the place where he lived; making use of what was there; a gas leak. No one would suspect foul play. It was a cooking accident. No different from any other gas leak incident.
Nunez had paid her straight up in cash, just like she asked. All at once, she felt sad but strangely relieved at the same time. It would be some time before she heard from her boss again.
***************************
She turned the corner, one hand holding a shopping bag and another, a newspaper. Her dark hair was now a shade of flame red, cropped to a spiky do.
The dog pulled on the leash, refusing to climb up the stairs.
“Come on now!” she said impatiently, before deciding to carry her Pekinese up the stairs to the building of her second floor apartment. Before she walked up the stairs, she checked her mailbox.
It was the usual junk mail and bills. Then something caught her eye. It was a plain white envelope addressed to Melian. It has been 6 years since someone called her by that name. She looked at the back of the envelope for the return address but there was none. Feeling slightly nervous, she clutched the pepper spray on her set of keys tighter and climbed to the second storey.
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Her eyes were on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. Having had to change her name, face and move to a new country, she hoped her past wasn’t catching up with her again. She couldn’t have done it without Raoul’s help. What had been forgotten suddenly came back and her body automatically adjusted to the extra adrenalin pumping through her veins.
After making sure that no one else was at the stairwell, she quickly opened the apartment door.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” she called out into the semi-dark space. Alex whined softly. No one answered.
She still kept a gun in the shoe cupboard and now, after putting Alex down, she slowly took the gun out. Crouching in the dark, she checked every room only to be met with shadows of all her worldly possessions.
Satisfied, she locked the front door and turned on all the lights before settling down to read the letter.
She slit the envelope open. On a single white sheet of ordinary paper, was the following written in that familiar script.
“I know it has been a while since you’ve heard from me. Sorry it took so long but I couldn’t risk being found out after all you’ve done for me. It took me the better part of the last two years to track you down and believe me, it was no easy task. I’m staying at Riley’s Bed and Breakfast downtown, room number 16. I will be here until Wednesday.”
She looked at her watch, it was Monday. She continued reading.
“I can’t risk going out too much and especially to meet up with you. I heard that you’ve been working with Nunez again. He’s not the right kind of person to be around with, especially after what you’ve done. Remember, I love you. Ed R.”
She tossed the letter aside. Alex trotted up with her favorite squeaky ball, begging Melian to play catch with her. Melian threw the ball across the room and soon went into the kitchen to make dinner.
***************************
She drove to the office the next morning in her black Mini.
“I must remember to schedule a visit to the vet for Alex. She needs another shot.” , she thought.
On the way home, she stopped by the grocer to pick up some things for dinner. Asim, her Bangladeshi grocer had a thing from her since the very beginning. Although it bothered and amused her slightly that he was always flirting with her, she never stopped shopping there as his produce was always fresher than the ones at the supermarket.
“What can I get for you today, beautiful?”, said Asim in his Bangladeshi accented English. She smiled at him.
“Just a couple of potatoes, some spinach…and have you got those strawberries for me?” she asked as she choose a few bunches of fresh herbs from the basket at the counter.
“Anything for you”, Asim replied as he packed up everything in a single brown paper bag.
“That would be $4.75 please.”
She picked up the bag with one arm and put a $5 bill on the counter.
“Keep the change. Bye Asim, see you soon.”
She had to get back home soon. Luke was coming over for dinner and she had to get the roast into the oven as soon as possible. It’s a good thing dishes like that could be prepared a day or two ahead.
***************************
The potatoes were almost done when the doorbell rang and Alex barked.
“It must be Luke”, she thought and went to open the door.
They’ve been seeing each other for 5 months but before that, they were co-workers for over a year. One time, he confessed that it took him months before he could summon enough courage to ask her out. She laughed when he told her that; she’d never been happier.
There he was, standing at the door with a bunch of African daisies in his hand; her favorite. He rushed all the way here, she could tell by his disheveled hair. She smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
The roast was too much for the both of them and it was the smallest one she could find at the butchers. Looks like it would be roast beef sandwiches for lunch tomorrow, she thought as she washed up the dishes before heading off to bed. Luke had already left for home as he had some last minute work to finish on his annual report.
“Goodnight Alex!”, she said as she kissed her dog before switching off the lights to go to bed.
***************************
The phone by the bedside rang. It was Luke.
“Hey, I’m on the way to the office but I decided to stop by and grab a bite for breakfast. Do you want anything?”
After promising that he would get her some bagels and a cappuccino, she hung up, got out of bed and hit the showers before dressing for work.
“Here, Alex”, she called before scooping up her dog under one arm and picking up her bag with the other one.
“You’re going to the vet today” she cooed to the dog and unlocked the front door. Stooping down, she picked up the morning paper on her doormat before tucking it into her bag and turning around to lock the apartment door.
After strapping Alex into the front seat, she walked over to the driver’s side and got in. She had to hurry to office before the mad rush to work starts.
***************************
Luke met her at the cubicle and handed over what was to be her breakfast.
“Thanks dear”, she said before she put Alex down on the floor and sat down to have breakfast with Luke.
“Have you read the paper yet?”, Luke asked with a mouthful of croissant.
“Not yet, after I eat this”, she said through sips of cappuccino.
“You know Riley’s downtown? We’ve passed it so many times on the way to Vincenzo’s?”
“Hmm…I don’t think so. What is that place?”
“You know the Bed & Breakfast place one block away from Alex’s vet?”
“Oh yeah, that place. What about it?”
“Apparently, the manager found this guy murdered yesterday. He was trying to collect the rent for the room but no one answered so he opened the door. The police have no idea who did it as the guy was from out of town. They think it was a robbery as his wallet was found missing….”
She let his voice trail off and concentrated on trying not to burn her tongue with the hot cappuccino. Alex tried jumping onto her lap. She broke off a piece of bagel and offered it to her.
Luke was still talking…
THE END
Sanctuary (Part 1)
For all my blog readers, this is something special for you guys to read. Its a story I've written, a piece of mostly fiction. I will post the first half of it for now as I'm still working on the second part. Let me know what you think as I really appreciate your feedback. Enjoy!
Sanctuary
Her rubber-soled boots hardly made any sound as she quietly ran in almost total darkness past the back entrance of the pawnshop. She stood up against the wall, hoping that her ragged breathing could not be heard. There it was; the sounds of footsteps approaching the alley where she was hiding. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Although her night vision was impeccable, she still couldn’t make out where he was.
Then, she heard the unmistakable faint metallic click of a gun being cocked. Her slender and muscular 5’10” frame tensed as she reached for the stiletto in her back pants pocket. Before she could whip it out, a single gunshot rang out in the night.
A hot searing pain filled her right shoulder. Not knowing what do to, she ran away in the opposite direction of the gunshot trying hard to focus past the throbbing pain that almost paralyzed her. Her 5 years of military training paid off as she was in excellent form. But, the wound was deep and bled out more the harder she ran.
She finally stopped 4 blocks away from the pawnshop under a dim street lamp in front of a small chapel. Almost fainting from the loss of blood, she pushed pass the heavy front door and stumbled into the sanctuary. She needed to rest, needed medical attention she thought as she sank into one of the pews at the back…
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With a rag in one hand and a pail of slightly bloody water in the next, Father Armando tried to wash away the bloodstains on the pew and on the floor. She was sound asleep in the spare room the last time he checked. She had lost quite a lot of blood but would live as he had found her just in time. She was unconscious when he examined, cleaned and stitched up the small round hole in her shoulder. Amazingly, there was only damage to the soft tissue or else, he would’ve had to take her to the authorities. From his experience, late night visitors usually liked to avoid the unwanted attention.
***************************
She awoke two days later in a dark room except for the line of light beneath the door. Still feeling disorientated, she tried to sit up but then, felt a stab of pain in her shoulder that almost knocked the breath out of her. Only then did she remember what happened. Not knowing where she was, she tried to put on her shoes when the door opened.
“Oh, good to see that you’re awake. You must be hungry. I brought you something to eat.”
He could tell from the bewildered expression on her face that she did not expect to be where she was.
“You need to get some more rest. Let me know if you need anything else,” he said before he left and quietly shut the door behind him.
Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to understand what happened. Her hunger ravaged body was only too eager to accept the warm bowl of stew and the slightly bitter tea that the brown-haired man in the dog-collar left behind.
***************************
On a cold winter day two years later, a young woman in a black coat casually strolled down the bazaar, occasionally stopping to look at something. Melian kept a sharp eye open behind her dark glasses. The bazaar was a good place to meet Raoul. One could easily disappear amongst the throng of people in case the moment came.
“You’re looking well,” a husky voice whispered into her ear from behind.
She turned, smiled and pecked the man on the cheek; a customary thing to do. He was around her height, powerfully built, and fit in spite of his age. Of all the years that they’ve known each other, he had always been good to her. It was he who first introduced her to her current profession, her guru. From then on, she never looked back.
“Let’s walk. I’ve got a job for you. It’s rather urgent.”
“Did you bring the money? My asking price has increased.”
“Why ask questions you know the answer to? Nunez wants this done tonight. Make it clean, we don’t want the cops nosing around,” he said before handing her a black briefcase and disappeared in the crowd.
*************************
As soon as she reached her apartment, she secured the door before opening the briefcase. The combination was always the same, 1255. She badly needed the money for a new car. She had to trash the last one to get rid of evidence and the fifty grand would get her a nice new one.
Underneath the neatly bundled stacks of bills, she found what she was looking for. She took out the picture and studied it for a moment. The dark-haired man looked rather familiar, too familiar in fact. He looked older, more fatherly probably due to the beard that now covered part of his face. Turning the picture around, her suspicions were confirmed. It was him.
When she saw him for the first time, it was also her last. She had escaped in the middle of the night but not before swiping one of his name cards from his office. That was how she knew who he was.
Over the past two years, she had written to him several times to express gratitude and to let him know that she was okay. Despite her frequent moving from place to place, she always kept some contact.
Now, she had to kill him; kill the man who saved her life.
*as published in The Life and Times of Being Rotten
Sanctuary
Her rubber-soled boots hardly made any sound as she quietly ran in almost total darkness past the back entrance of the pawnshop. She stood up against the wall, hoping that her ragged breathing could not be heard. There it was; the sounds of footsteps approaching the alley where she was hiding. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Although her night vision was impeccable, she still couldn’t make out where he was.
Then, she heard the unmistakable faint metallic click of a gun being cocked. Her slender and muscular 5’10” frame tensed as she reached for the stiletto in her back pants pocket. Before she could whip it out, a single gunshot rang out in the night.
A hot searing pain filled her right shoulder. Not knowing what do to, she ran away in the opposite direction of the gunshot trying hard to focus past the throbbing pain that almost paralyzed her. Her 5 years of military training paid off as she was in excellent form. But, the wound was deep and bled out more the harder she ran.
She finally stopped 4 blocks away from the pawnshop under a dim street lamp in front of a small chapel. Almost fainting from the loss of blood, she pushed pass the heavy front door and stumbled into the sanctuary. She needed to rest, needed medical attention she thought as she sank into one of the pews at the back…
***************************
With a rag in one hand and a pail of slightly bloody water in the next, Father Armando tried to wash away the bloodstains on the pew and on the floor. She was sound asleep in the spare room the last time he checked. She had lost quite a lot of blood but would live as he had found her just in time. She was unconscious when he examined, cleaned and stitched up the small round hole in her shoulder. Amazingly, there was only damage to the soft tissue or else, he would’ve had to take her to the authorities. From his experience, late night visitors usually liked to avoid the unwanted attention.
***************************
She awoke two days later in a dark room except for the line of light beneath the door. Still feeling disorientated, she tried to sit up but then, felt a stab of pain in her shoulder that almost knocked the breath out of her. Only then did she remember what happened. Not knowing where she was, she tried to put on her shoes when the door opened.
“Oh, good to see that you’re awake. You must be hungry. I brought you something to eat.”
He could tell from the bewildered expression on her face that she did not expect to be where she was.
“You need to get some more rest. Let me know if you need anything else,” he said before he left and quietly shut the door behind him.
Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to understand what happened. Her hunger ravaged body was only too eager to accept the warm bowl of stew and the slightly bitter tea that the brown-haired man in the dog-collar left behind.
***************************
On a cold winter day two years later, a young woman in a black coat casually strolled down the bazaar, occasionally stopping to look at something. Melian kept a sharp eye open behind her dark glasses. The bazaar was a good place to meet Raoul. One could easily disappear amongst the throng of people in case the moment came.
“You’re looking well,” a husky voice whispered into her ear from behind.
She turned, smiled and pecked the man on the cheek; a customary thing to do. He was around her height, powerfully built, and fit in spite of his age. Of all the years that they’ve known each other, he had always been good to her. It was he who first introduced her to her current profession, her guru. From then on, she never looked back.
“Let’s walk. I’ve got a job for you. It’s rather urgent.”
“Did you bring the money? My asking price has increased.”
“Why ask questions you know the answer to? Nunez wants this done tonight. Make it clean, we don’t want the cops nosing around,” he said before handing her a black briefcase and disappeared in the crowd.
*************************
As soon as she reached her apartment, she secured the door before opening the briefcase. The combination was always the same, 1255. She badly needed the money for a new car. She had to trash the last one to get rid of evidence and the fifty grand would get her a nice new one.
Underneath the neatly bundled stacks of bills, she found what she was looking for. She took out the picture and studied it for a moment. The dark-haired man looked rather familiar, too familiar in fact. He looked older, more fatherly probably due to the beard that now covered part of his face. Turning the picture around, her suspicions were confirmed. It was him.
When she saw him for the first time, it was also her last. She had escaped in the middle of the night but not before swiping one of his name cards from his office. That was how she knew who he was.
Over the past two years, she had written to him several times to express gratitude and to let him know that she was okay. Despite her frequent moving from place to place, she always kept some contact.
Now, she had to kill him; kill the man who saved her life.
*as published in The Life and Times of Being Rotten
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Picture of A Green-Eyed Monster
Maybe it was the waking up at no later than 7.30am or maybe it was just my parents being their usual selves. On the way to the US Embassy, at approximately 8.40am my dad started lecturing me about being lazy, not growing up and playing computer games etc. By the way, this was the week after my last 3 day job stint. Also, I find it rather odd that my parents want me to be independent but they don’t trust me to make my own decisions. Weird huh? Apparently, I should do something other than hanging at home and waking up late and sleeping after 12am. The hours I stay up in comparison to a “regular” morning person are no different. In my head I was wondering what big fuss my dad was trying to kick up this time; it usually happens when he’s on leave from work and has nothing much to occupy his time with other than getting stoned in front of the telly watching testosterone fuelled men kicking a black and white ball around.
I as usual, was ignoring him because I heard the same story a hundred, if not a thousand times. The subjects are always repeated someway or the other, ending with the same conclusion. However, he said something that caught my attention…I had to decide whether to laugh or to make a remark. He said I was turning into a “green-eyed” monster. Don’t get me wrong, I find green eyes absolutely gorgeous but when used in this context, it usually refers to persons who are horrendously envious/jealous or money-faced. Statements like these usually make me mad but this time, I was only mildly irritated because it was too early in the morning to be making and retorting to such sarcastic remarks. I told him that he should come and see me at 1am so that I could show him the scales on my body and my meter long tail. Sheesh!
Sometimes I wonder what in the world is he thinking of? Like come on, I’m on holiday and it’s not like I’m totally blowing it off. I do work and I work for enough of pocket money. Not too much or I’ll be inclined to spend spend spend when I go out shopping!! Which of course, is really bad as I would be more and more materialistic. There are reasons why people call holidays, “holidays”… So what if I play computer games sometimes? I’m only helping my brother who can’t find enough of time to level up his character. And even if I’m not on the computer, I’ll probably be parked in front of the TV which is even worse because computer games help you improve your reflexes. Lol! I wish he’d just stay at the office and work and leave me alone. Times like these make me want to go to the States even sooner and not want to come back for the 3 month summer holiday break. The pain of not being able to see my friends nor be able to eat Malaysian food pales in comparison to the horrors I will most likely face when I come home for the 3 months.
To make things even more annoying, when I got to the US Embassy, queued in line, passed through security, got to the office and queued in line again…I was told to come back on Monday as my request for a US Study Visa will not be accepted until I get…a proper photo. Mind you, the photo that I brought along was a passport sized photo. It apparently did not meet the requirements of a 2in. X 2in. picture with a white/light colored background. Needless to say, I left the embassy cursing under my breath and kicking myself for screwing up. Also, my parents didn’t help but saying that I should’ve been more attentive etc. etc. as I did the whole application by MYSELF!
So, if any of you see me looking a little pale after midnight, I might surprise you by turning into a scaly skinned monster with gorgeous green eyes…
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Jobs
I've always been hesitant about doing certain things alone, and one of them is working. I found myself stationed at the new Digital Mall in SS14, PJ for a 3 day job stint without any pals and without any idea how to get back home from work. To make matters even more interesting, most of my co-workers were male and speak mostly Chinese. I mentally and physically prepared myself for what might turn out to be a very boring job situation. I brought along my mp3 player, a story book and even a crossword puzzle book. Needless to say, by the middle of day one, I realized that I wouldn't be using any of those to entertain myself.
Working with those guys was awesome! Crazy and fun at the same time. Whenever there was a lull in the number of customers in the store, we would end up talking and laughing and gossiping about the numerous customers. I tell you, guys can be quite as bad and at times, even worse than girls when it comes to gossip. I ended up making several friends and I am quite sure to be missed now that I'm gone. And, it was no sweat finding my way back to Klang. Took a taxi and rode a bus...
Working with those guys was awesome! Crazy and fun at the same time. Whenever there was a lull in the number of customers in the store, we would end up talking and laughing and gossiping about the numerous customers. I tell you, guys can be quite as bad and at times, even worse than girls when it comes to gossip. I ended up making several friends and I am quite sure to be missed now that I'm gone. And, it was no sweat finding my way back to Klang. Took a taxi and rode a bus...
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The 16th
It's that time of year again, that time of month where I usually bemoan the fact that I'm getting older by the year. However, this year is turning out to be surprisingly different. I'm actually glad that I'll be turning 21! Hopefully the perks that come along with that magical number actually applies to me. So people, keep an eye out for a party invitation from me to you that may come your way. And, don't forget the presents!
My wishlist:
1. Brand new, top of the line mobile phone
2. Apple Ipod Video U2 Limited Edition 80GB
3. A picture/painting that portrays me (not neccessarily self-portrait)
4. Tiffany and Co. sterling silver 'Lock' charm bracelet
5. A trip to the spa
6. The Left Behind Series, books 1-12
7. A 100% wool coat
8. A pair of diamond studs
9. A new large handbag
10.A Logitech QuickCam Ultravision
Anything else will also do... ;)
My wishlist:
1. Brand new, top of the line mobile phone
2. Apple Ipod Video U2 Limited Edition 80GB
3. A picture/painting that portrays me (not neccessarily self-portrait)
4. Tiffany and Co. sterling silver 'Lock' charm bracelet
5. A trip to the spa
6. The Left Behind Series, books 1-12
7. A 100% wool coat
8. A pair of diamond studs
9. A new large handbag
10.A Logitech QuickCam Ultravision
Anything else will also do... ;)
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