Her Story-Chapter 3
Once back in primary school, Kyra fancied a typical coloring and sticker book from the school bookshop. But having only enough money for her breaks and lunch, she attempted to steal the book without much thinking. When she was caught and her grandma found out, the old woman took it upon herself to put the tracks straight for this girl.
With every ounce of energy left that she had, she whipped Kyra until she wasn’t able to sit without pain for the next few days….
“Why did u have to steal?”
“You could have gotten money from me if u wanted the book? There’s no reason why u have to steal. Your parents would be so disappointed to hear u tried to steal!” shouted Ah-Mah in between sobs while hitting her dear Kyra with her bare hands.
“I’m sorry Ah-Mah, I didn’t mean it! I won’t do it again. Pls…pls…I’m sorry!” wailed poor Kyra.
Kyra’s heart ache when she saw how mad Ah-Mah was. She wasn’t mad that Ah-Mah had tried to hit her, she knew she deserved it. But her heart ached because she knew how hard it was for Ah-Mah to hit her the way she did. Ah-Mah was already close to her 70s and it was hard even for her to stand for 15 mins without sitting down. She knew her grandma was getting old….and it ached to see her hitting Kyra for a full 20 mins standing up.
Kyra sobbed herself to sleep. But Ah-Mah was not feeling anywhere near happy. She wept alone in the night when Kyra was asleep. She looked at Kyra’s red and swollen buttocks and wept even harder, but quietly.
Ah-Mah knew Kyra didn’t ask for a life without parents. She didn’t ask to grow up without her parent’s love, and she definitely didn’t ask to grow up with an old woman who had to be dependent on her instead of the other way around.
Everyone she loved had left, even her husband of 50 years left when he had lung cancer and passed away just before Ken got married. Ah-mah missed her only son very much and Kyra was the only memory left of her son. Hitting Kyra tonight was a huge thing for her, but she couldn’t bear to see Kyra take the wrong route into life. She had to do what she had to do.
Giving a good night peck on her head, Ah-Mah dried her tears and left the room mumbling “I’m sorry my dear” under her breathe. Hoping deep inside that this experience will bring back her dearest little precious girl back to the right path.
So it did. Once Ah-Mah left the room, little Kyra opened watery her eyes and started sobbing quietly to herself. Since then, she vowed to herself that she will not upset her beloved grandma anymore. She’s going to do well in her studies and not disappoint her.
“I’m never gonna make u cry again Ah-Mah….” Little Kyra promised herself before falling back into her innocent slumber.
Labels: Her Story
Choice
I have made either a smartest or stupidest decision today.
I have decided to stay put in my current company.
I was in a dilemma awhile back because of what I'm doing right now. Clearing "shite" on a daily basis.
So, I went ahead and went on selective interviews few months back. There was this one that I was considering but their interview cycle took a loooonnng time until I didn't think I made it.
An sms came in last week to offer me a really attractive package with this company.
I was impressed and at the same time knocking myself on the head.
Reason?
As I mentioned
here about my current predicament, I had sorta promised my MD that I will be staying till end of this assignment to see what the company has in store for me.
So having this sms come at this time really sets a big dilemma upon me. I even had sleepless these days. If I hadn't promised anything, I would have said yes to this position immediately!But...there's always a but.
And being a typical typical libran....it's just so difficult for me to weigh the pros and cons!
Y must I be a blardey LIBRAN?Dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!*pulls hairs and screams*
Anyways..*ahem, regaining my composure*, it was a tough choice but I made it.
I made a promise and I'm going to keep it because it speaks alot abt my integrity and my character. At least until July when this assignment ends. If I still don't see anything "productive" coming my way...I will scoot.
The offer is really attractive you know...sigh....
I pray it is a smart choice.
Labels: emo, work shite
Her Story- Chapter 2
With no siblings and no immediate relatives to take her in, Ah-Mah was the closest kin that Kyra could depend on. Already at her early 60s, it was impossible to find an employer who was willing to hire Ah-Mah, and even if there was, it would take a huge toll on her too.
Perhaps God had other plans for this little girl, for Ken and Jenny had gotten insurance policies prior to the accident. They were able to receive one thousand dollars each month from the insurance company until Kyra was 21 of age.
Although the amount was not in anyway luxurious, it made things a lot easier for Ah-Mah and Kyra. With limited amount each month, Ah-Mah did her best to skimp and scrap on things so that she could put aside some money for Kyra’s uni fees in the future. Kyra didn’t get to enjoy a lot of things when she grew up, but she was a sensible girl. She knew her parents wanted big things for her and so she never given up doing her best. She never let her Ah-Mah worry about her at all.
At the age of 15, Kyra was not like any ordinary teenager. She grew up to be a smart young lass and was really focused and knew exactly what she wanted for herself and her Ah-Mah. She wanted a good life for her Ah-Mah.
Secretly and never discussed with her Ah-Mah, Kyra wanted badly to study abroad, she wanted to see the world from a different perspective. She’s never gotten a chance to see anything outside Singapore, in fact, she’s never gotten too far from their 3 bedroom flat in Tampines.
Determined to work towards her goal, Kyra was very focused, always trying to get good grades in school. And during her school holidays, she took on various part time jobs to make up for her own pocket money.
Having grown up without parent’s love, Kyra had only her Ah-Mah to rely on and so she’s very attached to her Ah-Mah and very protective of the old woman. Although juggling with both school work and part time jobs, Kyra never used them as reasons not to help out with household chores because she knew her grandma was too old to be mopping the floor and cleaning toilet. She took it upon herself to have the place clean for her Ah-Mah and never left her alone for meals unless necessary.
With the kind of burden over this young lady’s shoulders, she didn’t have much time for friends. Although armed with the brightest smile anyone could have, this passive girl kept her circle of friends small and kept her life story to only a few.
She didn’t think people would understand and she didn’t want sympathy from anyone. Without any role models to grow up from, Kyra took TV serials seriously. She was a TV addict basically. To her, the TV was the key to learning how the outside world behaves. She seldom got herself into much trouble, that’s cos she knew it would upset her grandma badly.
Labels: Her Story
Her Story
Hmmm...as crazy as it sounds, I have been doing some random story writing lately.
This is my first attempt of a short story(not counting those compositions time in school) talking about a girl's life. Without allowing herself to be overwhelmed by her predicament in life, she struggled to do the right things in life while searching for her own life in within....
I don't know how many chapters I will ever get to pen before finishing(assuming I do). But I hope to complete a big part of her life...her love for a man she's not sure of a happy ending with...So I'm hoping one chapter a day whenever I have the time or inspirations!
Feel free to drop by comments or feedbacks...or even suggestions. But the author(me) decides the ultimate outlook of the story eh?LoL.
Enjoy...
I dedicate this as....
Her StoryEpilogue:
As she looked into the rearview mirror of her cab…..she knew this was it and tears started to flow as the three outline went out of sight…
They had wanted to send her to the airport, but she didn’t want them to see her cry….most importantly…she didn’t want
him to see her cry….Cos
he is the one she’s going to miss most.....
Chapter 1:Going back to 24 years ago……“ Wails……..” came a newborn's first cry.
“Mum, she’s born! She’s born!” cried the excited new dad, Ken.
Ken and Jenny have been married for 2 years before they decided it was time for a new addition in the family. Ken was 32, while Jenny was 30. A good time to welcome their first newborn.
Ken and Jenny were both excited parents. Their baby girl was simply gorgeous. Big eyes, thick black hair and a really really loud voice. They were to name her, Kyra, which means “beloved” in Russian and “lady” in Greek. She was to grow up a “beloved lady” to them.
But Ken and Jenny never got to see how Kyra grew to become a beautiful lady. At the age of 5, Ken and Jenny met a terrible car accident and passed away……
It was a day of sorrow and tears, but Kyra being only 5 years old, didn’t quite understand what had happened. It was however, a night she could not forget even in her dreams. The sight of 2 caskets and her parent’s picture on a table garnished with flowers and lights everywhere.
People came and went that night. Some were shedding silent tears while some wailed uncontrollably. Sitting quietly in one corner, almost every one who came by patted her on her head, as if they know the route this girl . Oblivious to what’s going on, she would present her brightest smile to them. While some forced a smile back at her, some wept even louder. But all she knew was….” Papa, Mama had gone to a far away place and they won’t be coming back…….
Labels: Her Story
Whiney
I am whiney today so excuse me....
I'm feeling like a MAN lately.
Every lunch I take orders, serve and pay.
Even OML doesn't do it all the time.
I.think.I.need.some.pampering.badly.
Need.to.feel.like.a.lady.again!
Labels: emo, tupid things
When is too much?
Lately I’ve been blog surfing for quite abit….I came across some interesting blogs and noticed that while some people like to keep their life story open with pictures of themselves, their friends and family, some others, like myself, prefer to be blogging anonymously, yet sharing some parts of their personal life.
Internet has indeed brought communication to a whole new level. Now we have tools like MSN, Yahoo Messenger etc to maintain communication with your friends and family and not forgetting internet telephony, bringing people from different parts of the world closer and at the same time lowering call charges in-between.
Now as internet brought people closer, blogging is another alternative to allow others to read, understand and even see what u have been up to. Some people have even used the blog idea to start setting up their own internet business.
Now with the vast overload of information available through the internet so easily, should we feel vulnerable? Vulnerable in the sense that people might take advantage of, for the plain fact that our lives is such an open book now?
So when is information too much? Mentioning your name? Talking about your lifestyle and the people u hang around with? Pouring your heart out? Or is the posting of your pictures online the ultimate? And does your blog really reflects who u really are or is it only a mask for u to show the world who u want to be seen as?
I came across a few blogs that sorta intrigued me. Intrigued because they seemed to share certain interests of mine or perhaps the kind of lifestyle that I’d liked to have. But the question lies…do I really know who they are? Should I judge them based on their blogs or can I initiate a friendship based on that? Will that friendship blossom or last?
Perhaps I’m being skeptical, perhaps I’m being cautious…but perhaps…..I should.
Can u tell who I really am and what I'm thinking now by reading this?*wink*
Labels: emo, thots
L.O.V.E
For most of us, love is simply this butterfly feeling in your stomach whenever u see that special someone.
But is love really that simple?
The term
fall in love just sounds too dangerous isn’t it? People do literally fall to their deaths, no? Why can’t we use the term
fly in love?
hover in love, or simply…..
float in love? Why must it come with the word
fall?
I think the word LOVE is so complicated sometimes that I wonder if it’s ever worth it. Worthy for u to literally fall for it per se…
I’ve had my fair share of
falling in love and of course
falling out of it. I must say…during those
falling out experience was quite “discomforting”. My eyes was always teary, loss of appetite and worse of all, I have this really really annoying, incessant tinge of pain arnd my heart during those times. Looks like I have fallen ill u say? Well, you’re right….I was diagnosed with a heartache. A condition that no medicine in the world can ever cure.
Even so, falling in love doesn’t mean it’s all rainbows too. At times when OML hurts me so bad with his words or actions, I feel the same tinge of pain arnd my heart too. Is that part of love as well? If love is supposedly so beautiful and wonderful…why did I feel the way I did? If that’s the case, what’s the difference when u “fall in” and “fall out”?
Maybe because whenever u “fall” in love, there comes a point when there’s certain expectations from each party within the love equation. And as u both struggle to keep the balance, the scales will tip from time to time. That’s when each party have to make some adjustments and compromise to balance up the scales again.
I think love is a lethal potion, yet we fall in love ever so often, again and again n again…..and not learning our lesson?
I think love is a feeling that we can never leave without. It’s a feeling that cannot have any scientific significance that we can seek to understand or put it into theory or numbers. It’s simply just a feeling that no touch, no sight and no sound can ever explain. And yet, we depend a lot on LOVE. It’s a concoction that GOD deems essential to keep us going perhaps?
Be it parent’s love, siblings’ love, friend’s love or romantic love... it is undeniably a part of our everyday lives and it is almost impossible to ignore.
What is LOVE?
Labels: emo, thots
Hmmm....
I just heard of a project coming up in HK.
I’m desperate to leave my current assignment to join this…
That is…if I can make myself “known” to the people involved.
How can I do that?
Do a lil dance in the office? Hah!
Labels: thots, work shite
What is my Name?
My so called “Christian” name was added into my birth cert by mistake. My parents came up with my Chinese name and thought of an English name for future use. My mum had no intentions of putting my English name in my birth cert, but my dad had made the boo boo of putting everything in. So I have to live with that since.
So since then for every exams that I have to take, my name would be uber long.
I would say that I have a unique English name. Well, at least since birth until now..... Unique in spelling and unique in pronunciation until recently a lot of “spoofing” came around. Anyways, I hardly find someone of the same name as me. It’s not so common like Tom, Dick or Harry. I’m proud in a sense to be unique but I hate for the fact that people blatantly mispronounces my name like….EVERYTIME!
From Primary one to four, my form teacher has been calling me A for the long time when my name is supposed to be K.
Growing up, I have understood that it’s importance for people to get my name correct. So I would pronounce my name loud and clear everytime during introduction. I don’t know if it’s really that difficult, but my new acquaintances hardly get my name correct. My friends however have NO excuse. They HAVE to get my name correct. But colleagues, or even bosses….they can get my name wrong every so often.
This client of mine is totally hopeless. And no thanks to my boss whom I have never met, she was the one who started misspelling my name from my first day of work in the emails since. I can understand the confusion at first. But with proper introduction and from the YM to emails to telephone conversations, this client still can never ever get my name correct. Not even in spelling! It’s been like wat…8 mths? Is my name really that hard to remember?
The rest have somewhat managed to get my name right, maybe not so much in pronunciation, but at least try to get the spelling right? It’s depressing! Even my ex boss mispronounce my name like forever? And so did my ex colleagues…it’s like they have been conditioned by my ex-boss. The only comfort I have now is….my MD actually gets my name correctly in spelling and pronunciation!
*sigh*
Labels: emo, tupid things, work shite
Redtape
It’s annoying that when u need to get things done u find yourself tangled up in strings and strings of redtapes…….
Must everything be so bureaucratic and not a tinge of flexibility allowed? I question myself that everyday. Should flexibility be accommodated, I personally feel that certain things can be done more efficiently and in a much shorter time too.
I understand that in every business, there are of course certain rules and regulations. I respect the fact that they’re there to serve their individual purposes. But minor things which have no major impact on businesses should have more room for flexibility?
I wish I could discuss more here……*sigh*
Is it too soon for my next break?
On a side note...I am leaving this assignment in July....so looking forward to it!
Labels: work shite
Something Tupid
Something stupid happened today....
I hit my head against the toilet door....
Now I have a visible red line on my forehead...
How apt....the weekend is coming already...
Arrghs...and I have cramps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobz*
DUMBO ME!
Labels: emo, tupid things
