i’m home

Pushing open the door silently, he peeked in cautiously, scanning around for his mother. Was she in a good mood today? Or was she prowling around, waiting to get at him?

With trembling hands, and shaky legs, he approached the kitchen towards the sounds of clanking plates and rushing water. He called out meekly to make known his presence, anticipating the kind of welcome he was going to receive.

He is long used to the moments of escalating fear which were followed by either relief or bouts of pain and hopelessness. However, the intensity of dejection does not decrease with time.

He called out again, thinking that she might not have heard him the first time. As she turned around slowly, he could feel the acceleration of his heart beat with every passing moment.

His day was not meant to be. A look of irritation flashed across his mother’s face as she looked at him. He knew what was coming but it did not lessen the heaviness in his little heart.

She screamed profanities and threw whatever she could get her hands on, at him. It would all end soon, he told himself. And it did, but not before having been cut on his forehead by a piece of shattered glass and having been bruised on his arms and legs.

Despite all the pain, he did not blame her. He knew he deserved it, he knew he did. That’s what she told him right? Why else would he be going through such agony? He once read in a book about retribution. “You reap what you sow”, it said. So all this must be due to something bad which he had done. Maybe it was the time he stole his classmate’s new mechanical pencil. Or maybe because he took a peek at another person’s paper during the Maths test.

But there was a time when life wasn’t like this. Sure there was, when Daddy was still around. However, Daddy went out one day and never came back. He heard relatives talking about “mistress” and “eloped” and wondered what those words meant. All he knew was that Daddy was never coming back.

It wasn’t that he didn’t try waiting. Wait he did, but it was all to no avail. He used to sit at the door, straining his ears to listen for the sounds which Daddy used to make. The nostalgic tip-tapping of feet as he walked along the corridor and jingling of keys when opening the door. But after 5 months and 13 days of waiting, he gave up. It was also around that time when his mother started ignoring him. Neglect slowly turned into irritation and finally random periods of hysteria.

i hate having to think of titles!!

as you can see, most of my stories are placed in the setting of the office. can’t blame me as i am in an office most of my time nowadays. by the way, all characters in my stories are mere fictitious beings. so if you see any simlar traits, please forgive me as i may have adopted some of it from people around me. but they are truly no one in particular but rather a mix of characteristics of various people.

in the office

There she goes again, Miss BMW (not the car, it stands for Big Mouth Woman) sashaying around the office in her frilly dress and over done cheeks with bright pink blusher (commonly labelled as baboon’s butt by the rest of the staff). She goes about with her usual morning routine of informing everyone about how busy she would be for the rest of the day.

Counting down to 3, 2 and 1 more cubicle before she reaches my seat, I mentally prepared myself for her shrilly laughter and fake smile.

“Morning! So have you had your breakfast?”

I replied with a bored “Ya~~” before going back to my work.

“Well, do you know that you should have a healthy breakfast…”, she continued as though it didn’t matter that there are others who seriously had work to do. I listened to her attentively and waited for the moment to chase her away.

“Oh! By the way, I have got so much work to do today. There is this report..”, I cut her off before she could tell me more about her imaginary report.

“Wow! Really? Then why are you here instead of working on it?”

Her cheeks flushed through her thick makeup (which seems almost impossible), and she quickly stomped off. Well, I will be looking forward to my usual source of entertainment tomorrow.

the subordinate

She’s shouting her head off again. It has been like this for 7 years now, slogging my life away in this nameless company. Okay, so I screwed up on this proposal but the customer was never interested in the project to begin with. So what’s the problem?

A mental picture of me ripping her throat apart amused me even though right now I felt as though I was the one getting torn into pieces

If only I could leave my job. But I can’t imagine the kind of hell my wife would bring upon me if she finds out, especially with the piling up of bills and a baby coming soon.

I will tolerate with this for just one more month till I can find a better offer. Just one more month…

swing

The rusty chains creaked, straining with every jerk of the hand and push off of the feet. The swing was groaning beneath her weight when it seems just like yesterday her feet merely scraped the leaf-filled ground.

The sky dimmed with every passing moment, changing from shades of yellow to orange, and finally dissipating into tiny specks of dust glistening in the dark blue sky.

Her smile has grown weary with the passing of time. She has now experienced the bitterness along with the sweetness in life. As she recollected on the events of the day, a tear rolled down her cheek and joined the dance of the light drizzle that was falling from the heavens.

time-out on my journey

this is the post which pauses my never-ending quest to curb my boredom. wonder how long this would last before i start on my journey again. or maybe this is the journey i have been looking for. who knows? the main purpose of this blog would be to put down my ideas and thoughts in words rather than allowing them to continue wandering around in my head. have been thinking about doing this for quite some time. in fact, it has been years but i never actually got down to it as i was lazy (i am a professional procrastinator) and i kept convincing myself that i didn’t have the time. well, it finally seemed like the right time to do it so here it is. those of you who are tired of reading, please scram. there is this “x” button at the top right hand corner of your screen. just click it. this is purely for my own entertainment purpose and along the way, i hope to amuse beings like myself, just looking for a place to gather around with overflowing creativity juices.