Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A narcissist's morning mare

A few of them were already dead. Forensic report shown that they had endured long hours of torture prior to their death. It was reported that the murderer injected milk into their veins to keep them alive.

(Ok please don't misunderstand me. I didn't subconsciously come out with this gruesome torturing technique. Go read Gidden's book if you want to know more)

I would be the next one.

See, it was really OK for him to take my life. But be tortured before getting killed?
Like.. open my eyelids and squeeze liquid paper into it...
Or... stuff a dead rat's head into my mouth and cover it with a duct-tape...
Or... make me a part of the human centipede... (Google it. I insist.)
You'd better slash me to death in the first place!!!

Goodness. I was clear that I wouldn't be able to escape. I knew he wouldn't take me if I wasn't alone. Balless man. He wanted things to be clean and fuss-free. My only way to save myself was to get a companion -all the time.

One evening, I was jogging at Taman Sri Pemaisuri. I had to pass by a rather quiet place to get my car. He was a smart man, he spied me, he knew my drills. He wouldn't give up any opportunity to take me. Just when I thought that I couldn't get past the dangerous territory, I saw Kai Rong, a high schoolmate whom I had not seen for years. I pretended to chat up with her so she could walk me to my car.

Boy I was so right. There he was, leaning nonchalantly against his car which was parked beside mine. Accompanying him were two stout black men (stout and black. Guinness anyone? *lame), in typical bodyguard immaculately-ironed black suit, with black glasses, covering their crotch with their neatly folded palms. Think the Agents in Matrix. Jeez couldn't I be more creative in my dream?

Anyway, yeap, they were waiting for me. To ask Kai Rong along was really the best decision I had ever done thus far. Thank you God. *look up to sky, palms pressed against each others* If she wasn't by my side, I would have been their torturing subject. Think sashimi or minced meat.

Then a big part of my dream was forgotten.

Let's proceed to the more significant part,

the twist.

He was still going after me.
It was different though.

He was still trying to get me.
It was different though.


...had fallen for me.



!!!what rubbish is this????

I feel utterly paiseh even by writing it out.

Super anti-climax.

Someone who hated me to bits (albeit I had no idea why), who wished to sprinkle salt on my slashed skin before mincing me in to pieces and further marinate me with balsamic vinegar, fallen in love with me - because I was adorable that way.

I guess only an ultimate narcissist like I would be able turn a horror thriller into a romantic comedy.

I guess you are not interested in how he was trying to hit on me (not too literal). His methods were pretty blah and definitely not as creative as his torturing techniques.

I woke up when he tried to wrap his arm around my shoulder - and the two black men were still standing behind him, in the same posture.

Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!!

Abrupt ending I know - I couldn't have written much. That was how it ended.

Monday, May 23, 2011

10th Anniversary Trip @ NO, YOU DONNO WHO I AM


The sisterhood started when...

She used half a bottle of baby oil on her hair and didn't care if the crown looked greasy - she just wanted it to be neat. Not even a tiny strand of hair should stand up from the others.

She had the signature -_- facial expression in all her pictures. She appreciated the fact that smiling caused wrinkles and attempted to limit her facial expressions as few as she could.

She tried to go after her crushes, and got brutally rejected. She might not know that guys do not like pimple-covered face. Oh and her high forehead made her looked rather intelligent it intimidated.

*Disclaimer: Self asserted opinions. The characters didn't really think so.


Sisterhood has gradually grown to... 'wiveshood' and of course, they are no longer who they were a decade ago.

In conjunction with the 10th Anniversary, they went to somewhere which is 130kms from their home.

The then greasy-head.Beautiful light jet black hair

And the -_-Sexy neck.

Oh and this is the pimpled face.Rather well fed these days.

I know you are impressed with the tremendous changes.

I know right, you are disappointed when you know that this post has only 3 photos.
I know right, you feel you are eager to see more photos.
I know right, you miss me because you haven't seen me for quite some time.

I know right.

I feel you. *palm on chest. Sincere face*

I will post more stunning pictures one day.
I promise. *Palm still on chest, nod, and blink eyes*

Thursday, May 12, 2011


I looked up upon the sky, and I saw a house in the end of the beanstalk.

A typical type of house that we used to draw in the playschool - red roof, squared windows with white draping curtains and cream in color, almost the size of half of my thumb when compared side by side.

Someone whom I was not familiar with approached me.

He/She told me something that I wished I had no heard of.

He/She said that my beloved grandmother was in the house, couldn't be able to get down. She has gone into the stage of senility. That person attempted to mock my grandmother. Sitting on an invisible chair, with the upper body rocking back and forth, repeatedly murmuring 'I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore....'

My eyes welled. I tried to figure out of how to bring my grandmother down, so that I could spend the rest of her life with her. The house was situated so high up - it was at least 20 storeys high and it was impossible for me to carry my heavy grandmother down. The only means to get into the house was by climbing the beanstalks... I couldn't come up with a feasible solution.

My heart ached. The idea of leaving my senile grandmother alone in that isolated house stabbed my heart.

My tears started to stream and when I opened my tear-welled eyes, I realised that I was in the pitch-dark room, lying on my bed, with the comforter lightly rested on me.

Thank God, it was just a nightmare. A most painful nightmare that I've ever had.

The myth that dreams only consist of black and white are busted. I could remember vividly every single color of the house and the sky as well as the grassland.

I know that I can't afford to lose my grandma, even though I know that eventually, I will have to.

Life has been so good now, but how long can the status quo be remained?