for yesterday's birthday girl. :)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Nobody Nobody but You
♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUDA!!!♥
I wish it was a picture of me and you, but we haven't seen each other in person in centuries.Wishing you all the happiness, health, contentment and most of all, GAYNESS, that life can grant you. You'll always be my baber!
saranghae,
Kach.
Monday, October 26, 2009
old wounds
Rahimah stepped out of the bathroom, wringing her hands out of habit even though they were dry. It was maghrib now, and the school was empty except for the old Indian security guard listening to his radio in the guardhouse by the main gate.
The school had not always been the elite kluster institute that it was now. It was the dumping ground for all the trouble-making students. It was a breeding pool of bullies, gangsters, thieves and liars. Sampah masyarakat, you could call them. More often than not, they came in bad, and left worse. Or, for the really unfortunate ones, didn't leave at all.
But slowly, starting with a principal with a vision of a better future, the school had shed its old skin and was now one of the top secondary schools in the state.
Rahimah turned left, towards the direction of the newly-constructed library. In the distance, she could hear a catchy Hindustan song playing on the guard's old radio.
Rahimah stopped walking. She'd suddenly heard another sound break through the general silence of the deserted school.
She cocked her head to one side, straining her ears.
There it was again: a low moan.
Eh, thought Rahimah. Siapa pulak tu? Dah senja dah ni. Takkan ada orang lagi kot.
Rahimah walked in the direction the sound was coming from. Eventually she came to a classroom not far from the surau and the old bilik sakit.
There, sitting at a desk in the middle of the class, was a boy. He was still in his school uniform and by his fair skin and straight black hair, she could tell he was Chinese.
"Dik," ventured Rahimah, stepping into the classroom. "Kenapa belum balik lagi?"
The boy was resting his forehead on the desk top. His hair fell over his face, hiding it from Rahimah's view. His arms were clamped around his stomach, as if he had a stomach ache.
The boy didn't seem to hear Rahimah's question. He was still moaning, and sniffling quietly.
"Dik," repeated Rahimah, stepping closer. "Kenapa ni? Sakit perut ke?"
The boy turned his head slowly to look at Rahimah. His nose was running and she could see the lines of dried tears on his cheeks. His eyes were red with crying.
"Sakit," he whispered hoarsely in a voice that sounded like it was more used to speaking Cantonese.
"Sakit? Mau Panadol?"
The boy shook his head.
"Mau balik rumah," he said tearily. "Saya sakit. Saya mau balik."
A lock of hair flopped onto the boy's forehead and he lifted a hand to remove it, and Rahimah saw that the front of his shirt was soaked in blood. The floor beneath his chair was shiny with a crimson puddle that smelled of iron.
The arm returned to the bleeding stomach, and the boy looked Rahimah in the eye.
"Sakit sangat," he whispered.
For the first time, Rahimah noticed that the boy's bloodshot eyes did not reflect any life. Rahimah knew that look. She'd seen it so many times already. She saw it whenever she looked into the mirror in any of the school toilets.
She nodded, and allowed a brief, understanding smile grace her tired face. She lifted her own arm and revealed a dark red patch staining the side of her green baju kurung.
"Makcik pun sakit," she said.
The school had not always been the elite kluster institute that it was now. It was the dumping ground for all the trouble-making students. It was a breeding pool of bullies, gangsters, thieves and liars. Sampah masyarakat, you could call them. More often than not, they came in bad, and left worse. Or, for the really unfortunate ones, didn't leave at all.
But slowly, starting with a principal with a vision of a better future, the school had shed its old skin and was now one of the top secondary schools in the state.
Rahimah turned left, towards the direction of the newly-constructed library. In the distance, she could hear a catchy Hindustan song playing on the guard's old radio.
Rahimah stopped walking. She'd suddenly heard another sound break through the general silence of the deserted school.
She cocked her head to one side, straining her ears.
There it was again: a low moan.
Eh, thought Rahimah. Siapa pulak tu? Dah senja dah ni. Takkan ada orang lagi kot.
Rahimah walked in the direction the sound was coming from. Eventually she came to a classroom not far from the surau and the old bilik sakit.
There, sitting at a desk in the middle of the class, was a boy. He was still in his school uniform and by his fair skin and straight black hair, she could tell he was Chinese.
"Dik," ventured Rahimah, stepping into the classroom. "Kenapa belum balik lagi?"
The boy was resting his forehead on the desk top. His hair fell over his face, hiding it from Rahimah's view. His arms were clamped around his stomach, as if he had a stomach ache.
The boy didn't seem to hear Rahimah's question. He was still moaning, and sniffling quietly.
"Dik," repeated Rahimah, stepping closer. "Kenapa ni? Sakit perut ke?"
The boy turned his head slowly to look at Rahimah. His nose was running and she could see the lines of dried tears on his cheeks. His eyes were red with crying.
"Sakit," he whispered hoarsely in a voice that sounded like it was more used to speaking Cantonese.
"Sakit? Mau Panadol?"
The boy shook his head.
"Mau balik rumah," he said tearily. "Saya sakit. Saya mau balik."
A lock of hair flopped onto the boy's forehead and he lifted a hand to remove it, and Rahimah saw that the front of his shirt was soaked in blood. The floor beneath his chair was shiny with a crimson puddle that smelled of iron.
The arm returned to the bleeding stomach, and the boy looked Rahimah in the eye.
"Sakit sangat," he whispered.
For the first time, Rahimah noticed that the boy's bloodshot eyes did not reflect any life. Rahimah knew that look. She'd seen it so many times already. She saw it whenever she looked into the mirror in any of the school toilets.
She nodded, and allowed a brief, understanding smile grace her tired face. She lifted her own arm and revealed a dark red patch staining the side of her green baju kurung.
"Makcik pun sakit," she said.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Show
Photos from last Friday, October 16.
^Birthday present from Dan. Yup, it's hand-made. :)
^Farah came over for a bit. :)
^Haha, whattaloser. xD
^After a bit of studying on DLE's part, and some drawing on mine, I got sleepy, and so I went to lie down under the table. Pretty soon, everyone else was lying down there too, haha.
^Sez Nana: "Hold my leg! HOLD IT!!!"
^I'm doing the Junsu pose. Except I'm not cute, haha.
^The douchebag is driving!
^First there was one, then there were two, then there were three!
^We went to this bathroom shop thingie because Nana was choosing sinks and jambans and stuff for her new room.
^Removing just one SHOE would suffice, thank you.
^There are so many things to capture your reflection in!
^That jacket, btw, is a b'day present from Farah. I LOVE IT!!! :D
^ Hello? Operator? The line is dead.
^That shower head really looks like a phone.
^The pros and cons of sinks.
^NOW! RM8500 per set. Humans sold separately.
^Opah and Saira. :)
^Well, at least the cake is in focus here...
^Mmmm, strawberry cheesecake. It was SO good.
^The little girls sang Lenka's The Show. I'm beginning to tire of that song, but I sang along anyway. Imran sang the "I want my money back" part. :D
^The older girls were pulled (and pushed, on my part) out to sing too. For me. So they sang some lame Happy Birthday song. Boooooo! xDLater, I was pulled up too, unfortunately. And all the cucus (minus Acap that bastard, and those who weren't present or too young) sang and danced to Dancing Queen. No pictures of that, thank goodness!!!
More pictures coming up, but I'm not sure when those'll be posted up.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Pat a Cake Pat a Cake
Got an early birthday present today. ;)
Sony Alpha A230, baby.
His name is Patrick and you can just imagine how in love I am with him, hee.
THANKS ABAH I LOVE YOU TO BITS!!!! <3
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
