KH
Kok Hin is a Monash University freshman currently in pursuit of a Business degree. He teaches tuition as on a part time basis and lives and breathes the football club Manchester United. He classifies his interests from the affordable ones (futsal and swimming) to the expensive ones (traveling) which he hopes you’ll provide him the moulah for. He aspires to be a UN diplomat, a travel/sport journalist or some random rich dude. (we told you he needs the moulah for it.)
It is of the most basic human nature that we take things for granted. Since Men discovered fire, trees and shrubs were at our peril. Now, we threaten almost anything that is different from us - from people with different skin colour to animals we deem more suitable to be made into floor mats for our homes.
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The damp wind was howling between the windowpanes. The periodic salvation it brings to the usually stuffy night ironies with my witnessing of Grandma’s demise on her bed. She was trying her best to convince the small audience around her that she was well. Yet, she was failing miserably, as the faces of my parents grow weary with the passing of every second. They knew the inevitable was to come.
It was then Grandma gestured from her sickbed for me. Breaking myself from my various thoughts, I obliged and leaned closer towards her. The overwhelming odour of medicine filled my nostrils.
“I’ve heard you’ve just got your driver’s license. Why don’t you take your Grandma out for a night?” Grandma said with a wink, “I don’t want just any girl to be your first date.”
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I do not know about you, but every time I drive past One Utama, I cannot help but notice a part of the building that tickles my funny bones every time I drive past it – the connecting bridge cum fitness centre. Be it pretty bodies doing aerobic dances or yoga routines, I embarrassingly admit I frequently gawk at the audacity (some would say bravery) of their actions as they keep a healthy lifestyle in front of a big plane of glass. It makes you wonder if the traffic jams are due to motorists too busy with the view above.
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I was looking for my 9th birthday card which was from my cousin when he was studying in Australia. I opened the drawer where I kept most of my childhood beloved souvenirs and stuffs inside. There were four rows of drawers that made a set. It was somewhat dark brown in colour, much sturdier than the ones we buy from furniture shops nowadays. The top row was mine, the second my brother’s, the third my sister’s, and finally the bottom my mum’s. My dad’s? Well, basically his stuff was everywhere in the house, which my mum usually complained about. Nowadays, me and my siblings ‘honourably’ pass on his ‘tradition’, probing my mum to nag to my dad what she read in the magazine Parenting about being good role models. Well, I’m still not their age, don’t worry me about that!
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August 20th, 2008 at 3:58 pm (#)
Hey. I really liked your story Never Let the Tea Spill. Probably one of the best short stories I’ve ever read. I thought of visualising it and making a music video out of it, but I wonder how you’d take it. And then again, it’ll probably take one or two years before I actually get that show on the road.
Anyways, I’ve put it up on this forum, do register before leaving any comments :
http://rapideindoloretroisnyx.smfforfree2.com/index.php/topic,3.0.html