Initially titled ‘Her’

September 18, 2009

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. That is, assuming it is evening. It has been such that I have started writing again.

And in as much
He huffed his smoke
He smoked his pipe
And jumped on the antelope’s rope

I am rambling.

I shall start over from the beginning. “Where beginnings aught to start”, would have said the March Hare. Or was it the Mad Hatter?

I’ve decided to start writing. Well, at least that’s what I’m telling you. I met this interesting young lady, i suppose that would be the best way to describe her; her power suit and pin stripes betrayed only by her charming, innocent laugh revealing a little girl who is eager to pursue her dreams.

“You should update your blog”, she says in her chirpy way. “I think you’re funny”.

I ask her, “Really?”.

“Yeah, you write well”, nodding her head in rhythm to her chirpy voice. I smile to myself noticing a slight quiver in it, like she’s fighting back excitement that’s longing to escape her throat. Or maybe that’s just the way she talks. I can’t say for sure. I barely know her.

Funny I should think her chirpy when the way she describes herself sounds more ‘Emily the Strange’ than ‘Mary Poppins’. I admit I think she sells herself short of what she could be having in the fun department, but I don’t know. Sometimes you sacrifice a little now for more later. I guess I just prefer having a moderate amount all the time, please, thank you God.

She has a confident air about her though. Here’s someone who can hold herself in whatever her calling… well, calls for, I suppose. I wonder how real writers who have real novels come up with that stuff they do with the putting words in front of each other and stringing them together to form such beautiful sentences. I really need the internets man. Or install a dictionary. Which I still need the internet for. More about her when the time comes, now on! To the Writing!

Man, The Shaz just buzzed, he’s disruptin’ my flow! Gonna go have a bite to eat with the man, then come back and write this here mafucker.

But I never did. It’s now close to 3 months since I wrote that. And I almost forgot who it was that I was writing about, the girl that is, until I remembered.

Selamat Hari Raya everyone! Eid Mubarak! Maaf Zahir dan Batin and the whole 9 yards.

Mummy, I’m coming home this year! I love you. I miss you.

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