Peace be upon you.
Weeee.
Just completed my SCGS emaths prelims paper.
Rather proud of myself, i have to say.
Heh.
Got 230 bucks for selling my 3120.
Spent 3/4 on bills.
Bluergh.
Thanks baby monster for helping me sell it!
Heh.
Gosh, sometimes i wonder what life will be without him.
Hehehe.
Anyway,
lots of personal stuffs happened these days.
Stuffs which brought about turmoil, sorrow and true friends.
Friends like Hakim, Fifi and Pe'ah.
Thanks guys for helping her.
Really, thanks alot.
Herm.
Went to Redhill just now to sell the phone.
Of course, with me was Baby monster.
The buyer sms-ed us,
saying that she was wearing a brown shirt and black mini shorts.
When we met her.
Wooooh~ (Open eyes big2)
She was practically shirtless,
as her brown shirt was actually a netting.
And her bra was black, so everything could be seen.
Baby monster got all flustered and asked me to make the sale.
Haha.
Den he went off to walk around the pasar malam.
So kiut lah you!
Anyway, i have not much to write.
Thus i'll post up a compo i wrote.
A school assignment, of course.
On a newly born baby found at the bus stop.
Start.
The last bus left the bus stop. Silence hung in the air. Occasionally, a flicker of light from a passing car would light up the night, only to disappear yet again. The leaves danced along with the cool gusts of breeze, oblivious to the dark clouds that would soon hover over the boy’s head.
The boy.
His eyes would blink when the sudden surge of light surrounds him. Around him, four tall cardboard walls guarded him from the outside world. Within him, an urge for a scream itches to escape from his tiny mouth, only to be muffled by the towel that covered it. He lifted his red-stained hands, his pudgy fingers attempting to hold the round white moon his eyes had captured so vividly. He gurgled and giggled, thinking that the moon was playing with him. In a few seconds, the moon began to fade, leaving an abyss in the boy’s mind. The sobbing woman who crouched next to the boy got up, her own eyes stained with tears of guilt, her hands stained by her own blood, her boy’s blood. She threw one last sorrowful glance at the sleeping boy, only five hours old, turned and headed into the night. The boy twist and turned seeking comfort in the sucking of his thumb, a victim of time and tragedy…
The sun peeked out from behind the heavy grey clouds, almost unnoticeable even in its greatness. A damp heavy atmosphere settled on the ground, refusing to lift even after a night’s presence. The leaves had not stopped dancing, awaiting the arrival of the rain.
he boy shivered under his towel, his legs thrashing about in his own blood and urine. He could no longer see the moon, the only thing he could accustom himself to. Instead, his vision failed him, only capturing dark thunderclouds that await to release its glory into the bleak day. The boy bawled, his stomach empty and his lips dry.
Josephine jerked. Her ears had picked up a tiny sound, almost unnoticeable amidst the roar of stopping buses. She heard it again, this time louder, almost sounding like a desperate cry of a baby. Josephine got up, her ears trying to locate the source of the noise.
A box next to the rubbish bin shook. Josephine peered in, taking visible attempts to not touch the soaking wet cardboard. Her heart leapt to her mouth upon noticing the boy, his umbilical cord still intact. In shock, her fingers fumbled on the keypad of her hand phone, dialing 995.
The woman who stood behind the tree opposite the bus stop smiled, her heart now contented and free of guilt. She climbed on her stool, rearranging the noose on her neck. As the boy was cradled in Josephine’s arms, the woman stepped off, with nothing in her mind except the image of the boy’s last smile.
Ends.
Haha.
Lame sia.
Oh well, this was completed in 1 hr.
From 12 am to 1 am.
Last minute work.
Wahahahaa.
Love,
Lil old me.
