Well, this is what I had been working on for the past few days. I apologize if it smacks of predictability. I will post it in parts, as I think that it’s a wee bit too long. I don’t know when I’ll be uploading the second part; the internet connection has been screwed up since last week. Do read it and tell me what you think. I haven’t written fiction in such a long time; I’m afraid I might have forgotten how to. The last time I wrote anything that resembled a short story was about 2 years ago, when I was a journalist for the SPB in MMU Melaka. You are my critics, your comments are the criticisms, valuable words of wisdom and advice. I need them to fuel my passion, to hone my skills.

I present to you, my first proper short story in 4 years. Just don’t die after reading it la. Mana lau tau, that bad kot.

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Another lazy day just passed by. I’ve just popped in 2 Panadols while writing this, and my head feels like shit. My room looks like shit as well, but my head hurts too much for me to be moving around a lot. Or maybe that’s just my laziness talking. At least I finished up another novel. Got it at Uptown for RM12. It was my first ever attempt at bargaining. And it worked, too. Got a RM3 discount on it.

i. I must start writing again.
ii. I must start exercising again.
iii. I must finish Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones.
iv. I must get started on next trimester’s subjects.
v. I must clean this damn house.
vi. I must get up-to-speed with CCIP work.
vii. I must clean up my PC and burn my anime collection.

Out of this list, I’ve only done three of them so far. And Prince of Persia is one of ‘em. Man, I have GOT to get my shit together.

There was a long line of parked cars when I finally got there. I had been searching for his house for almost 30 minutes, using the same roundabout three, maybe four times. Take this turning here, make a U-turn there. All these in a neighbourhood that I thought I knew; most of my school friends live here. I had never been to his house before; I never thought I would even be meeting him again. After SPM, contact got cut off, as most friendships do. Some times I would reminisce about the good times, and so I would try to call him, but the calls were not long. Maybe it’s because we had nothing in common to talk about anymore. Initiating a conversation about new things would bring about an air of formality and awkwardness. So, it was no more calls, “whatever la” and on with my life.

Then he called me up out of the blue and invited me to his 21st birthday party. It would be a big party and the whole of 5 Murni was invited. It was a pleasant surprise, truth be told. Sounds grand. I can meet the girls again. I always wondered how they were doing. But an opportunity to reunite with classmates would eventually bring about long-forgotten feelings. That was my fear. The fear that I would remember the things which I thought I had moved on from. That my life, 4 years down the road from Form 5, would be sidelined for the memories of an unfulfilling school life.

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Wallace and Gromit really left me on a high yesterday. All of a sudden, I loved the Brits. I loved their food, I loved their lifestyle, I loved their incomprehensible and intimidating slang, I just bloody loved anything and everything about them. My brother and I had a field day quoting lines from the movie, anything we could think of.

Police Constable: Be careful everyone! There might be a big rabbit dropping soon!

or

Police Constable: In my opinion, this is arson.
Villagers: Arson?
Police Constable: Yep, people arsin’ (arson) around!

The pun will be lost on people who missed out on the movie. Things of that sort. Clever wordplay. Yes, I just love the Brits. The things they could do with clay. But this post isn’t about the movie. You could find reviews of the movie everywhere else. No, this is about what I observed coming back from watching the movie. It’s nothing dramatic or tragic, nothing of that sort.

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