:: lame tak write a fictiOnal story..hehe.. ::
She was a happy person once. A star in the making. Even during kindergarten, other children could see how special she is…not only because she’s very pretty, but because of the twinkle in her eyes whenever she smiled (n she smiled a lot) that penetrated deep into their heart, making them felt warmed up to her. She was also a smart girl, genius in Math (she considered doing algebra a great way to pass the time), though she hated History. All through her school years she was very happy, n very famous…the teachers loved her, the guys fell at least once for her…n the girls find her too sweet n kind to hate her. There’s only one obvious weakness of her, she was a very2 stingy person…down to being pathetically stingy; you don’t expect her to buy herself a new pair of shoes even when her old one’s look like something a beggar would toss aside in distaste…let alone to treat her friends at mamak stall (but her friends just sighed and say ‘well at least that shows she’s human…just like us..’).
She was happy…up until this point. She’s studying her final sem in Software Eng when she started to have the headache. Stabbing point at the back of her head, near the neck. It started ever so slightly, but now it’s more than noticeable, she felt like pounding her head against the RC wall…especially during the mornings, right when she woke up. She tried to ignored it…hesitating to go to clinic cause she thought it’s a waste of money…but after a few weeks, she couldn’t stand it anymore…and finally went to see Dr Maleek, her mom’s friend. After telling the doctor the symptoms and all, she was put under a few tests, including CAT scan. After the tests finished, the doctor asked her to sit down, and asked how her life had been. She said it is doing fine, but she’s under a pressure lately because of the final exams. He nodded. All this while he kept he eyes gazed steadily at the result sheets on the table, refusing to meet her gazed. Her heart pounded loudly. She could feel there’s something he’s hiding. Finally he looked up and said, “Well Ally dear, there’s nothing wrong with you…I just need to talk to your mother…you can go now, don’t worry.” He smiled. But somehow it seemed fake. She reluctantly rose to leave, thousands of questions playing in her mind. She wanted to ask him why the need to talk to her mom, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to ask. Something’s wrong. He didn’t want to tell her. As she was opening the door, the doctor called up to her “Oh and Ally, do enjoy life while we still have it.”
That does it. She burst the clinic’s door opened on her way out, tears streaming down her soft cheeks. She sat at the bench outside the clinic, sobbing her heart out, ignoring the curious stares of passer bys. She knew for certain now, there’s something terribly wrong with her…She remember seeing a documentary in Discovery channel bout people who died of brain tumor…slow…painful death… “Oh God noo…” she moaned, “I’m too young for this… there’s soo much I haven’t done…soo much I want to doo….” Her tears bursted some more as she remembered her family, her mom, her dad, her young brother…they are everything to her…yet never once she told them how much she loved them…is it too late now?? She remembered her friends…remembered the times when she stubbornly ignored the teasing whenever they jokingly ask her to treat them to lunch…thinking soo much of a few ten bucks spent…she was soo stingy…and now all those money she saved up, all those time she ignore herself of occasional spending on even her basic needs come back to haunt her…God, those money means nothing now…Not when you don’t have a life to spent it on….
“Trrrrr…” her Moto cellphone (a gift from her mom, as she’d never bring herself to buy such a thing) started to vibrate, before bursting into the chorus of “MockingBird”, the truetone sound for her mom’s cell. She suddenly felt scared. Her mom must’ve known bout it by now. She dreaded to hear what she’ll be saying. She dreaded to hear her mom cried. She dreaded this whole episode….she forced herself to pick up the call, straining her voice to avoid her mom from knowing she was crying. “Hello…” she croaked to the cell. Her mom’s voice was, surprisingly, steady. “Ally!!” she cried. “Dr Maleek has just called me! You’ve been having headaches?? Why didn’t you tell me before??? Thank God he called!! He told me he has to speak to me personally, because he’s afraid he’s going to embarrass you. Now, what did I tell you bout being too stingy for your own good?? How many times did I told you to replace that hardened kekabu pillow nenek made for you ten years ago to something more neck friendly?? I know how much you love nenek…but dear, that pillow is too old…it’ll killed your neck u know!!! Now, stopped being soo stingy, go to the Jusco right now and get yourself a brand new Vono pillow!!! You can use the old one as a hug pillow!!! Ally?? Are you listening to me??? Ally!!” ….but Ally wasn’t listening…how could she, when she was practically rolling over the pavement, laughing hysterically with joy…God answered her prayer, indeed…
::: STOP DRAMATIZING UR LIFE…CHILL OUT!!! (~_^)
