NaNoWriMo 2008 Participant!

Am terribly excited for NaNoWriMo, even though I know I’m going to be superbly busy that month. :) Chitra, Pui Yee and Sin Yee are all going to join this year too! And I can’t wait to read what them geniuses are going to write about.

Myself? I’m contemplating either writing short stories on people all around me, or just continuing what I’m struggling to finish. It is progressing relatively well though, and I’ve found out many many interesting things to note about Natalie and Caden, and even Zanefier. :D

Happy, happy. eager nimble fingers all ready to go.

Am sad however, due to the fact that I’ve lost my 2006 NaNoWriMo winner’s certificate. :( It was so precious to me too, and I think I lost it when I err, reboot my computer then. Sigh. It was the first time I’ve ever written 50,000 words for anything else other than my War of the Worlds fanfic. And that took a year and a half to write.

Oh well. I’ll just get another certificate this year then. :P

Whee!

Counting down to NaNoWriMo! 11 more days to go!

Don’t you think so?

I was browsing through my collection of stories, and found this one lying somewhere in wait. Perhaps I was feeling patriotic then, because this one was nestled along with the other taxi-man story under a folder named, “Malaysians”.



And Pui Yee dear, I can’t wait for your very interesting plot of combining Malaysia, fantasy and time-travel altogether. :)

Methinks me shall write a story on people for NaNoWriMo. It’ll be fun.

And now, onwards, to the nameless story.

I watched him as he watched the others that surround us.

I looked away when he turned to me, eyes bright, absorbing every detail, every wonder, every strangeness. I looked back when he focused on the giggly women that served him. They were eager to please, and he was wonderfully polite, and so well-composed! They said. He laughed as he tried to explain just what he needed, and they kept calling one after another, to find just what he wanted.

He smiled when they succeeded, and they cheered when they did.

I asked for a pot of tea, Chrysanthemum tea. It arrived fifteen minutes later, tasting like bitter black tea.

He took pictures, of his food, of the people, of the food. Food was more interesting sometimes. Same ingredients, different colour, different texture. He glanced around, taking a picture of the baby seated just two seats away from him. People, they were the same, different colour, different culture.

I watched him as he nodded for the three awkwardly posed men to sit with him. It was too crowded, they said. And there was no where else but here. He smiled, and took a picture of them later, when they had their orders taken by the same smiling waitress from before.

They looked the same, the four could’ve been a family. Brothers to the end. But strangers they were.

He stretched and allowed his camera to ‘zoom’, ‘whir’ and ‘click’. A typical Malaysian family of four discussing what to eat, what to drink; captured forever in memory.

I looked away when he turned to me again, eyes behind another eye. Poised, I waited for a moment to be captured in time. I didn’t hear the ‘click’ this time.

I wondered, what made him stand out among the crowd? All looked the same, he looked no different. Asian, we all were, human, we all were. I wondered, what did he think when he took picture upon picture, memory upon memory.

Why did he want to save all this? Why here? Why here?

Ah well. I watched him as he got up, cradling a small backpack, holding a small container. He was getting more food, tempting Chinese delicacies. The waitresses smiled, and gave him just a little bit more.

I looked away as he turned towards me, got up slowly, and made my way out.

Perhaps he watched me, perhaps he took a picture, a memory – of the Malaysian child, no different than his own, that watched him eat. A Japanese man, sitting down calmly, one leg shaking like that familiar ah pek around the corner, eating dim sum.

We are not so different, you and I.

But we are all attracted to that which is different.

Missing You~

I miss watching Inuyasha.

Don’t usually watch anime, really. Time-waster, twenty minutes for an episode when you can read the same thing for only about half the time, or less.

But then again.

It ain’t quite the same sometimes.

I want to watch more Honey and Clover.

And Code Geass. (Oh, thank you JC!)

But I want my Inuyasha more. *pouts* Shall have to lug them DVDs here the next time I come here.

When boredom strikes, rereading those darn Ethics notes over and over again..

I shall then indulge myself in yumyums. :)

Hmmm. I want Ethics to be over and done with.

To The Twin Towers We Go

Today, I woke up with no expectations whatsoever for the day ahead, because I knew deep down, everyone was really dreading today, and was contemplating to go or not to go.

In fact, if it weren’t the fact that I was Leader, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to go as well, and probably lamented the whole night before.

I mean, to go to KLCC and to go to Petroscience and to fiddle with kiddy stuff, stuff we probably learnt all back in High School, or Primary School. I had fond memories of that place a long time ago though, of running through DNA structures and crawling through tunnels and avoiding looking directly at Shynee’s ass as I crawled behind her. (Strangely enough, I didn’t seem to see all those exhibits this time ‘round.)

I was half tempted to send them all a message saying, “I know you don’t want to go, but get your asses up and head for the bus stop NOW.” My other side won, and I sent them a more courteous message.

I figured out more or less than two to three people would bail out, and true enough, some did. Some did tell me, and explained rather thoroughly why they couldn’t make it a week before. With even funnier and cuter smses, like, “Sorry lar sis, really cannot make it.” Or even starting it so sweetly that I couldn’t help but forgive him anyway. “Dear Nicole. Terribly sorry..” What girl could be mad at a guy who apologizes like that? (Hah, so I do fall for this kinda things, so sue me.)

I decided to reward those who decided to turn up with a small packet of Tam-Tams, or biscuits. Nothing much, but just a small appreciation token. Bus ride there was uneventful, ‘cept for the duet I did with Sam. (Couldn’t forget that night of awesomeness.)

The thing is, I think I act bimbotic, or jumpy at times, just to ease the atmosphere, lose the tension, or to get everyone to loosen up and relax.

Petroscience wasn’t exactly as how I remembered it. There were some new gadgets, but mostly old ones, and some had even been banned. Like that swing thing that I fondly remembered swinging on like an ape with the others then. Now, there’s a new rule that says no climbing. Was kinda shocked, seeing how that it was really fun to actually push and pull it then.

I’ll admit. I didn’t find it terribly interesting in Petroscience, and I thought the others felt the same as well. Though, certain games were quite cool. Fun too, to go through certain games with them pals. Funnier too, to see them guys so absorbed in those physical like games. Or their faces when they went down the slide, haha! Too bad Simran, too tall eh? And really, some girls like them guys tall.

Long story short, Petroscience was quite cool, like reliving childhood times. Souvenir buying later was very in-te-res-ting too. And Simran, I so wanted to hit you for that sorta smirk on your face then. Guh. Don’t push it pal. I am so over it o-kay.

Food. Was. Great. Uh. Absolutely. And it wasn’t that expensive too! And we’re in KLCC dudes! And the price wasn’t that much higher than the food we find in Shah Alam! Like, how unfair is that?

I found out new things about some of them guys too. Like how Hong is smooth. Seriously didn’t think he had it in him. And how Iduan is also a camwhore.

And seriously, Miss Irda is from SIGS! Coolness! Aside from the fact we’re from rival schools, that is. But hoho!

Hmmm, shopping! Books! Yum! Terry Prachett! Five of his books, and four with Death! Oh gosh, I’ve just read one finished in three hours, and I feel bloody guilty for not doing Biology instead. But my hands are still itching to hold another. Gah.

I think all in all, this Ko-PLN trip to the twin towers was fun. It went better than expected. It was funner than expected, and everyone co-operated and tried to have the best fun as well! And that’s the best, really.

Thank you guys, for actually making it, and not bailing out on me. And also, for having fun together.

It’ll be a fond memory when I look back and think of Ko-PLN in semester one.