Change Of Plans

It's Sofia's 1st birthday. Daughter of Malena, Naomi's high school rival. Malena has everything. Married to a celebrity. A Maserati. A huge house. All the expensive nothings money can buy except for one thing. Sofia is rather fat and ugly for a child. Life is fair if you think about it.

Parents can be uncouth. Mothers were comparing whose child was smarter or whose child can count till 10 first. You know those kinda insignificant statistics. Naomi was sitting at the corner, free from mindless conversations when little Ruth crept up to her and whispered "Mummy...Toilet!!". "Sheesh...Not now!?", Naomi thought. "Can I use the washroom?", Naomi asked in a soft tone. "Sure. Use the one upstairs", Malena replied.

The surroundings leading up were paved with rich tapestries, antique pieces, and persian carpets. These were forbidden pleasures to Naomi. "One of these could easily equal half my annual salary", Naomi notioned to herself. "Oh Well", Naomi thought as she pulled down the Huggies Pullups, when some of Ruth's 'creation' settled upon the Persian carpet.

Naomi rushed Ruth into the washroom. "You stay in there!! You hear me?", Naomi hissed. She scurried back out , cleared the aftermath and scampered back to the washroom. All this while I was there standing on the staircase landing...undiscovered. Now being the vain person that I was, I always carried cologne miniatures. I emptied Calvin Klein's Obsession exactly on the spot.

The door swung open and there was an uncomfortable silence. Then we both chuckled at our little misadventure. "It sure can be troublesome having a little one huh?", I stated. "Sure is...You never know when they're gonna have a change of plans", Naomi disclosed to me in a careless whisper as we went downstairs to face the toast of the town.

Where?

You Must Be Tired Cos You Were Running Through My Mind.
You Must Be A Thief Cos You Have Stolen My Heart.
And Me.....
I'm Just A Bad Shooter Cos I Keep Missing You...

-The Royal Assassin

Lost

To My Dearest Heart,

And That Was The Last Moments We Spent...
Though It Was Short, It Was Sweet.
Her Eyes Belong To Someone Else.
I Lost...
And The Rain Cried For Me

-3SG Hairuddin (During Guard Duty)

Loose Change

The party was a blast. Never knew my secondary schoolmates churned out into beautiful swans. Especially Dahlia. Vivacious eyes that rivaled her curvaceous physique. It was a pity though that her mind was as narrow as the road I'm rambling on.

Dark clouds brewed above me accompanied by the vehement sound of thunder. Maybe the gods knew I was having lewd thoughts of Dahlia. I hastened my pace as I saw the orange roof of the bus stop just ahead. The bus was approaching. I have to catch the last bus.

I dug into my jeans and extracted whatever money I had left. "90 cents!", I murmured to myself miserably. The blinding lights of the bus casted a shadow darker than night. Perfect for a scene in a Hitchcock film.

I realised the bus is empty as it screeched to a halt. The driver looked hammered. "How much to Tampines ah uncle?", I queried. "One-Dollar, One-Dollar!", he retorted. "I only have 90 cents la. Can or not?", I beseeched like a boy. He shut the doors and floored the accelerator and the bus blended into the long hard road.

Crimson with rage, I kicked the green dustbin, spewing its contents all over the bus stop. I took out a cigarette and lit it up in slow mo, relenting to the fact that I now have to call Daddy to pick me up. I scrutinized the contents of the litter. A Green Tea can. Almond Roca wrappers. Tissue papers. Then there was a streak of silver. I peered closer. It was a 10 cent coin.

Like Clockwork

Friday mornings never cease to amuse. A young boy is in uniform. It has chocolate stains on his right sleeve. 'Heinze' was written on his pocket. He was named after condiments. My punctuality is absolute once again. Time 07:02. The train will arrive in 1 min.

I prised into a train replete with people. There is nothing to feast my eyes on except for a snazzy dresser. She had on a limited edition Diesel watch. "What is she doing putting on a men's watch?", I mused.

I saw her again on Monday. In fact I see her everyday that I went to work for 6 days now. Her timing was impeccable. She began to acknowledge my existence with a smile this morning. I visioned that it's going to be a special day.

Time 06:15. I'm late. Rushed to the station and pulled back my sleeve. No watch. No snazzy dresser too. My stomach is rumbling for breakfast. Got down at City Hall instead and hastened towards Starbucks.

There's a long queue. "Damn!", I thought. Needed to know the time. I tapped the shoulder of the person in front of me while asking, "Can I bother you for the time Miss?" "Quarter past eight", was the reply as she glanced backward. Her voice was flawless, just like the limited edition Diesel watch on her left wrist.

The Joke

There she was sitting alone in the classroom. Pondering at the empty wall. Perhaps it wasn't bare to her. She seems deep in thought. Time stood still.

I crept, like a leech against the wall. Silence would have been envious of me. Closer and closer. It was just adequate enough for me to extend my arm and stick it on her blouse. It read, "Carass me. I like it alot." My toils remained unseen and unheard.

Indeed the instructions were abided by a few of the school's hooligans. A sinister smile brewed upon my face as I glanced upon her sobbing like a dark cloud. She was maliciously staring at the piece of paper, just the way she stared at the wall.

The seat next to mine remained unoccupied the following day, and the day after. I begin to imagine if the gravity of the joke was too great. A portentous lesson has hit upon her. Never mess with my heart.

And Then There Was The Beginning

I'm about to start writing once again.
Forgive my unhinged style for its been way too long.
May the words flow once again.
Like the Nile.