Thursday, February 23, 2012

Chapter 21

“Should we follow the trail?” Steve asked. Having Nik with them could mean better chances of survival. They had already assumed that the basement party are perished, considering Nik is all alone, and running.
“We can’t bring Crystal up that steep tunnel,” Julian pointed out. It was true, and everyone acknowledged the fact.
“Look, we’ll stay here. You should go,” Ah Sze said.
“ this. If within 30 minutes we haven’t gotten back, I want you guys to go to the jetty carefully. Watch your backs,” Julian gave the girls instructions. Aine nodded, paying attention as she shivers. The wind was whistling and the trees seemed they were trying to fight the rough winds. Leaves were flying about, and the dark clouds covered the sun’s light. Julian and Steve left the girls to look for Nik.
The boys left, and climbed the steep tunnel.
“I think this is a bad idea. For God’s sakes, let’s just turn back,” Steve said.
“No wait. Here, there are footprints. Let’s just follow it,” Julian said. Steve forced his legs to follow, and trailed the footprints on the sands.  After a long walk, and several contemplations to return to the girls, they saw light beneath a door at the end of the tunnel.
“That must be Nik!” Julian exclaimed and rushed to the door.
As feared, the boys did not return. Aine refused to leave though 45 minutes have gone by without any news. Ah Sze and Ka Phin thus figured they should leave for the jetty. Aine had to follow as staying alone would be terrifying.
They dragged Crystal, and slowly, reached the jetty. They took shelter in a small abandoned small guard hut. There was no door.
“Why are you doing this? Let us go!” Nurul yelled. Her feet banged the cage.
Menn was sharpening pen knife, grinning but ignoring his prisoner’s pleas. Sarah was chained at the hands by the walls. Nik was nowhere to be seen.
“Menn! Please!” Nurul yelled again.
“Phobos,” Menn said.
“What?” Nurul asked. Menn’s voice was deeper than usual.
“I am Phobos,” Menn said, and stood up. His eyes glowed. The girls backed to the walls, afraid of the sight that was before them.
“I was once worshipped by men. Ironic is it not?,” Phobos spoke, and giggled at his own pun.
“You are not Menn?” Wawa asked carefully.
“Do I look like a mortal?” Phobos asked, rather amused. His hands waved the pen knife.
“If you are not a mortal, why do you use a mortal’s weapon?” Nurul asked, and the logic was undeniably questionable.
“We were trapped. In purgatory...But good James freed us. Amateur fool. He did not complete the rituals,” Menn, or Phobos said. “And we have to do it ourselves. As you humans say often, if you want to get it done, do it yourself”.
“Why us?” Nurul asked.
“Why not?” he giggled and returned to his seat.
“Let us go!” Nurul yelled but then, dropped to the ground. A pen knife was sticking out of her chest.
“Shh...too noisy,” Phobos said. Sarah screamed but muffled as she tried to keep her mouth shut. Nurul was lying on the ground, bleeding. Wawa gasped, hurried to Nurul’s side and was about to pull the knife out when Phobos said, “you sure? That’s a bad bad decision”. He leaned back to watch the scared girls trapped in the cage.
They cried in fear.
Phobos, the Greek god of Fear, again felt delight and pleasure as he would thousands of years ago.

PS: This is just fiction...i am as some would be aware, influenced very much by the series Supernatural. Lol. :D Hope it does not offend anyone...

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I iz 25~~

I am number four.... *buat muka serious*...

I are baboon.....can i haz cheezburger? *teteyba mengidam mcD* I am officially 25 years freaking old.... Before i slept, i thought to myself, i should wake up early tomorrow...ya know, buang tabiat, since i am 25 years old. But this morning, when it was 5 am, i woke up and said to myself..."meh..F*** this shit, i need my sleep* and i dozed off...till 9am.

Today was like any other day....except, i am a year older, that's it.. and of course i received calls from my beloved minions...i mean uh...friends... :D whom i miss so much. Its good to hear ya guys... XD.

Today was particularly....gloomy... Yes, the whether was gloomy too...Lol...but this would be the first time  my birthday without family or friends... It struck me yesterday a little, but today...BAM! It struck me flat in the face. Lol.

*opps...mommy dearest calling*

Where was i? *read the text moron* Yes..well...

*stupid internet....had to delay 3 hours to send this*

As I was saying...the realization that I am 25 years old just dawned on me.. It feels like just a few days ago, i got out from high school, and into Maktab..and into UKM. And now, I am in SMK Kabong, *pronounced as Kabuong*.,  a teacher. Life is unbelievably quick.. Lol

I had students coming to my work place, wishing me Happy Birthday, and gave me a simple birthday card. If i had a board, i'd display it..Haha... But to tell you the truth, the excitement is gone. Maybe cause I'm far away from the people i love...or maybe, i'm getting old.


I"M 25 YEARS OLD!!!!

I still have no idea what 25 means....I wasted 25 years of my life not knowing what to do with it. Ahaks. Well, live life to the fullest!!

Ps: In the spirit of celebration, i cooked myself something extra special...not that i have much of a choice...
It has broccoli...and tofu. XD
Nad: Wow...this looks nice...
Nadiah: thank you XD go on, eat it..
Nad: *on nom nom nom*....mmm..delicious..!
Siti: Could lessen the salt though...
Nad: Shut up..

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Chapter 20

“Humans are funny creatures. When there is danger before them, rarely do they act. They cower in fear, their stink fills the air. But when they are not there within the real danger, they criticise. Should do this...should do that. I find them disgusting, yet interesting. Predictable, yet fascinating. Look at those people, oblivious. Cronos does wonders to the mind”.
The rain started to pour down heavily again. Those who were at the lounge were waiting in fear and contemplate to leave.
“We should just leave this place,” Steve said, eyes scanning the lounge.
“I think we have nothing to lose if we leave this place anyways. We should just go out, wait at the jetty, and defend ourselves there,” Julian said, agreeing with his friend.
“But Crystal...” Ka Phin hinted.
“We’ll just build a stretcher...Here look. Steve, watch my back,” Julian said and entered the nearest room on the ground floor. He threw the mattress and took the wooden planks that supported the mattress on the bed. Julian dragged comforters and blankets and fashioned the things he took into a stretcher. Others watched as Julian assembled it quickly, rushing against unknown time. They carefully placed Crystal onto the stretcher and proceeded to the door.
The rain hadn’t stop, but there was no danger they presume. Better than sitting waiting for death to come they thought, well at least Julian did. They brought along iron rods with them for weapons, should there be any threats coming their way.
They walked and walked down the road, wet and cold. Terrified and fearful. The party walked down the path, similar route Shafiq and his companions took. Suddenly, a bustling of leaves kept the party still. From far away, they could see a person, Nik running away with a terrified look upon his face. He ran, crossing the road and disappears again into the forest. Julian, assumed that he was running from the killer that he told everyone to hide in the forest, following Nik’s trail should he needed help. The stretcher was slowing them down, and soon, they lost the sight of Nik.
“Damn it!” Julian cursed.
“We should just go that way...slowly,” Steve suggested, considering the last direction they lost Nik was to the east. They did and carefully, they ventured further into the wet and dense forest.
“Look out for behind us. The killer might be onto us as well,” Ka Phin warned, and cautiously they manoeuvred through the thick plants and trees. They walked and walked, once in a while, tripped and fell. They had scraped their knees and sprained their ankles
A sight of a tunnel raised their hopes, and they came upon it though hidden by veins of tress and leaves. It had seemed it was disturbed, possibly by Nik.
“I’m sure Nik came through here. Look,” Ah Sze said and showed them foot prints visibly seen on the dirt.
“Let’s go in,” Ah Sze said, leading them inside. They were hesitant, but the rain became heavier, and strong wind blew. They had no choice but to take cover. 

Sorry it took too long. This was done a month ago, but never got to post it...I was hesitant to put it up coz i dunno what comes next, but now i have a rough idea.


Saturday, February 18, 2012

So far in the life of Cikgu Siti...Omaigad...Siti..oh...*puke*

Many may now know, that Siti....*oh god...heart attack*... is in Kabuuong...thats how they pronounce Kabong.... Lol... Its basically a tiny in Saratok. The drive takes about 5-6hours from Kuching..

First impression was of course, pleasing. I love the beach, and the beach takes less than 5 minutes worth of walking from school. The school, duh, is a small school. It has two sessions, morning and afternoon. It was nice and dandy. Until.....two weeks ago.

Omaigad. The tigers have shown their stripes. The boogey man has undo his fairy costume. I feel like I'm in supernatural, where one minute you are in heaven, and the next, hell. Or...well, purgatory? The principal is a nice..nice...nice man. Too nice....too nice to the point during a meeting, a teacher blasted him over an issue. He just smiled and gave little a boy would when explaining why he had taken a cookie from a cookie jar after brushing his teeth before bed time. Hah. =.="v apakah?

As the new teacher, i of course expected a lot of work, but i did not expect a mountain of unrealistic goals. I will swear to myself, i shall help the next new comer so she or he would not feel like shit as i have. Don't get me start on the work....sigh... but one i shall say, who the hell writes a script for a debate? Imagine this debate.
THBT coke is the way to go.

debater: I would like to define coke as a type of beverage
scripted idiot: i accept that definition. my 1st point, my point is that coke is a type of drug. It will cause some social issue thingy.
debator: On that point ma'am, we had defined coke as a beverage.
scripted idiot: Onto my next point, coke, is also responsible for the drug cartels in mexico to reign in power.
debator: on that point, we've limited the context to malaysia.. and what the hell does coca cola have anything to do with drugs?

you get what i mean? But noooo they want me to write scripts for 3 speakers, 4 speeches(in parliamentary style), for both sides, predicting all outcomes, for 4 freaking motions. How, on this great and beautiful earth, could that, even if i had a computer for a brain, even possible? Now....get this.. I am in charge of public speaking..yay...great. debate too.. Oh oh, kelab taekwando...and and...chess trainer... Hahaha! Oh, and i have 6 classes to teach, meaning 27 periods per week, not to mention form 2H, oh mai god, aren't they cute little devil's spawn. Oh yeah, i am the M.fu*****.C for the choral speaking competition and i got to know that from an interim teacher. He was, "oh, didn't you know. Me too, someone told me that i am. So im confused now..." Even the task of decorating the board, no one tells me to the face, about it. Memo ka... sms ka... email ka.... suddenly ppl come up to me, "hey, when are you decorating the board"... =.="

Fine...okay. And sometimes they ask me this and that.
ppl: cikgu, jagan lupa hantar borang pelajar untuk bulan ni..
me: what?
ppl: borang tu la cikgu. Utk kehadiran pelajar..
me: what?
ppl: yang ni la...

For goodness sakes, i just started teaching. Please, i beg you, tell me what the hell is going on. I'm not the only one frustrated. There are a bunch of us, clueless people. We didn't even know the Ko-K is starting last week...we were warned for not attending..  We were like...what the hell is going on???  Speaking of not knowing, i prepared a slideshow to teach literature... It was nice, i added emoticons, custom animations...all nice. Then came the day...

technician: oh sorry cikgu, hari ni makmal computer tak boleh di pakai..
cikgu: what?
tech: makmal dipakai untuk program lain..
cikgu: %$^&^*(&)*(..oh...terima kasih. Okay.

=.="v so i had to use chalk and talk. Well, more like marker and yell. So i gave the technician my number (for the 2nd time)...telling him, next time, if there is any changes, i would appreciate it greatly if he would just inform me. =.=" tengokla..tmrw, if he says makmal komputer isnt available, i'll burn the school.... Ah...lega.. :D

Now, to a more less depressing topic... the food i cooked. Its sortta a new experience for me. I mean, i have cooked before, but not an entire meal... the food here i figure,heck i should cook. The worse it could turn out would be the same standard of the food here. And i must say, biased and opinionated, full of self confidence, and arrogance and perhaps desperation,...i must say, i cook good food with limited  resources. Not bad...

Its really hard to get out of the school. You need to have your own vehicle...=.=" But i take it as an adventure! And when there is some angel offering me ride, i literally look like this:-

Well, that is all for now...will be back for more...when i have time. :) Adieu...and wish me luck.. :D

Sunday, February 5, 2012


Once upon a time, my brother heard a faint meowing in the drain I think, that he soon discovered a small black kitten. It was so small, so skinny and so wet. It was very tired that it kept falling asleep. We thought it was dead or was going to die that whenever he was motionless, we'd poked and wake him up. We nurse him back to health but we were always concerned because it's head was always tilted to one side. That trait was stuck with him and we'd always make fun of it. It was cute. I named him Kage, Japanese for shadow as he was all black. But Kak Omm and Fara began calling him Minche, a character from an Indonesia drama much to my displeasure. But it stick throughout. The only one calling him Kage was me...

Kak Omm used to wrap him up and put him in the basket, and place him next to the radio playing Korean song when he was still a kitten. He would fall asleep blissfully. Fara and Farid would play with him. He was mischievous and playful. I too would join the fun. He was allowed in the house because we all loved him and he was clean and he behaves. He was a loving cat, and when we got Tsabalala, Kage would always sleep with him and care him as it it was his own. I remember how Tsabalala suckled Kage's fur at the chest, and he would lick the kitten in affection. However weird he was, Kage was a good, a very good cat. We always assume cats, or animals had no feelings, but Kage made me think otherwise, especially with his funny antics.

As he got older, he started disappearing and comes back all dirty. He did this many many times and we got used to him being missing, but he always comes back nevertheless. But, as time goes by, he was sickly and smelly. His fur began to fall and his skin was filled with cuts and scabs. I tried to bathe him and put some anticeptic but it didn't really work. He keeps disappearing anyways and comes back worse. I have to admit, i might not have done all i can to cure him. We all take him for granted. I wanted to send him to the vet, but financially, i was inadequate. I promised myself, my first paycheck I'd send him to the vet for a whole makeover. Give him all the vaccination and get him cured for whatever disease he has. Get him all healthy again.

Recently I was posted to SMK Kabong, Saratok. I was happy of course, finally, my own money i could squander on Tsabalala and Kage. I didn't even say goodbye to him. He was as usual, missing and I didn't bother to look for him anyways. He would always be at home i thought. Tsabalala was there, so i just said goodbye to him. I didn't think much of it really. Kage was always there, either sleeping or coming for food. We all never played with him anymore and he was too busy chasing girls and protecting his territory.

One night, my housemate and I had a chat, and i was telling her all about Kage and Tsabalala. Then, i got into my room. Out of the blue, my brother called me. While crying, he explained, Kage is dead. My brother had accidentally ran him over. My response was.."oh...okay. Its not your fault. Don't feel bad" and my brother hung up. I didn't feel anything. I just walked to the living room and told my housemate, Helen, and said "My brother just called...Kage is dead". I didn't feel anything.

This weekend, i got home from Kabong, because monday was a holiday. Tsabalala was there as usual, and Kage was not. After two nights at home, it still had not dawned on me. Kak Omm explained the gory details last night and it still did not sink in my head yet that Kage is gone forever. To tell you the truth, i didn't want to believe it. I mean, what do you mean he's gone? He's always there. Meowing for food. Just now, my dad talked about Kage again. Saying how gruesome it was. I started to imagine his cracked skull, his eyes half popped, and how he squirmed in pain. I remembered when he was a kitten, his head tilted to one side, running sideways when we call him. I remember still his funny voice meows,rather annoyingly. He had the funniest voice, too weird for a normal cat. It always made me smile. But now he's gone, and I didn't get to see him one last time. All those talk of getting him to the vet was all bullshit now. I don't know why I'm crying now after all these time. I really miss him. I tried to look for his picture but its gone. All of it was in my old harddisc, and it was broken ages ago. I kick myself for not keeping a picture of him. I know its stupid to cry over a cat....but i love him so much. I have wronged him many times. I should have cared for him better. Now i don't have a chance.