I'm sorry I haven't had time to post, but I'm off to Singapore from today to the 14th (Sunday) for a bit of a well-deserved holiday with my cousins, going down and back up by Aeroline bus. Upon my return I promise you a Kenny Sia-esque post about the Lion City!
Wow, I'm really running up a backlog of posts! In order,
1. Special post dedicated to Nick-O and a pet peeve of mine,
2. Tag by Lynn, (do tell me whether Wordpress is good or not)
3. Tag by Josie, (finish your fics... or else!)
4. A new novela I've been working on... The Rivals! Approximately 10,000 words of Malaysian-flavoured, Josie-inspired (thanks girl!), Jeffrey Archer-esque narrative romance!
Here's a preview of the novela:
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It was a kindergarten class party, and the latest batch of six year-olds celebrated their last day of ‘kindy’ the only way they could - with a class party carefully planned by their teacher and involving lots of balloons, juice, crackers, biscuits, jelly and ice cream. As was the norm in those days, girls and boys were separated by some unwritten rule that demanded that girls play with girls and boys with boys, and never shall twain meet.
Young Kevin Chua was the class clown, never seeming to take anything seriously and yet performing exceptionally well for a six year old; he was at once the bane and pride of his despairing teachers. At the moment he and his friends were loudly declaring their superiority as scary Tyrannosaurus Rexes, pretending to stalk the hapless herd of ‘Stegosaurus’ jellies quivering in fear on a pastel-coloured plate on the table.
“Poor Stegosaurus,” commented Julie Wong, watching with disapproving eye as Kevin proceeded to chomp down on a jelly Stego.
Kevin made an offhand remark about stupid girls and their silly sensitivities.
In a rage, Julie strode over, tripped up the boy before she knew what she was doing and straddled him, pinning him down with her weight.
“Not so scary now, are you?” she sneered.
Stunned by the unexpected assault, Kevin could hardly do more than glare at the girl sitting triumphantly on him. Then he reached out for the first thing to come to hand and dashed a cup of orange juice in her face. Rather more shocked than hurt, Julie slid off him and began to cry.
Kevin was caned.
Julie escaped with a stern telling-off.
Both stuck out tongues at one another as their parents arrived to fetch them back to their homes barely a few blocks away.
It could hardly have been a worse beginning to what would be a long and um, interesting relationship.
- Copyright © CHOY JI IAN 2008 -
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