jinxer(goodbye myself)

people call me Lenny, my real name is Allan. i'm married to the most beautiful woman on this planet, and planning to have a baby. everything is going great in my life. i'm about to get a promotion, although its just a rumor, i'm pretty sure its a sure go.

Thursday, Kuching. i lost my job. my employer fired me because i lost one of our biggest client. the promotion i was about to get went out the window, along with my job. now i have to tell the bad news to my wife. i went to the parking lot in front of the office building, and my car was not there. all thats left at my parking spot was just shattered pieces of glass. my car has been stolen.

i had to take the bus home. so i waited at the bus station. there was no one there but me and two guys. it was probably because its almost evening. the bus arrived just before i came here. so i have to wait for another half-an-hour. almost fifteen minutes went by. the two guys that was at the bus station kept pointing at me. i had a feeling that something bad is about to happen. one of the guy walked slowly behind me, while the other was sitting next to me. suddenly the one behind me grabbed my hand, and held it on my back. the one next to me pulled out a knife from his pocket and pleced it near my neck. the sharp end of the knife, i can feel it on my neck.he demanded that i gave them my wallet. i was powerless, i coudn't do anything. so i gave up. i said in a nervous tone to take my wallet from my pants. they took the wallet, emptied everything, left nothing but my i.d card.

a few minutes later, the bus arrived. i walked in slowly. fortunately i had a few extra extra change in my front pocket to pay for the bus. my bag was scratched by the guys that robbed me. this was the worst day of my life. just then i thought that nothing worse can happen. i was sitting at the seat near the window. i looked outside, the bus stopped at the traffic light. next to the bus was a BMW. a new one. inside i saw someone familiar sitting at the seat next to the driver. at first i coudn't see them clearly. the BMW rolled down its window, and i saw my ex-employer. next to him was, ow shit, its my wife. the day just got worse.

the bus stopped at the station near my house. there were a whole crowd of people in the residential area. a few yards in front was a fire-engine. the hell? my house has just been on fire a few hours earlier. one of the neighbour called the fireman. why wasn't my wife aware of this? she must have been out with my boss.

i'll have to find a place to stay first. i called my wife first, using the public phone. she answered the phone calmly. when i asked her what she was doing , she answered that she was at her mothers. i told her about our house burned down, she was a little surprised. then she asked me where i wanted to stay, i told her i will stay at her mother's place. but she said her brothers just came home from K.L and the house is full. i had to stay at my friends house. i told her that i was staying at my friends house. she said goodbye, and hung up.

so i had to walk another kilometres to the next residential area. by the time i reached there my wife was already waiting for me at the front door. she didn't even gave me hug or a kiss. all she did was handed me a pile of paper, the title of the paper was, Bill of Divorcement.and she just left me. wtihout saying a word.i was frustrated. i screamed inside my head. i have been a nice guy all my life. now all this has happen i don't believe in anything anymore. i knocked on my friends doorand put all the things that is on my hand inside his house. he put me in a bachelor room, much like his. the room was empty, the walls were blank. i better start planning my revenge soon enough. now i am not the guy i used to be, i can make anything happen, for bloody revenge is bloody sweet...

Four-Eyes(I am Not Weak)

i am known as Dex. i am like any other kid in Kuching. i'm just 16, and i go study Tunaz. i only go out once a week, during the weekend. in the weekdays, i just study all the time. i do other things too, like after school activities, and some sport. but this week was different. it was a long break, about one week. i hate this break because i never do anything during the break anyway, usually i just stay at home and just read some comics and graphic novel. this week was different as i said before, my parent wasn't home, they were off somewhere to Europe, and i was left to die here, just kidding, my brother is here.

my cousin just came in today from New Zealand. he just finished his second semester in college, and decided to pay me a visit for 3 month. guess he'd rather be here than there, but me i would rather be there than here. whatever. so today i was to pick him up. i went to the airport via a taxi. i wondered around the airport for quite some time until i found the landing information on the t.v hanging on the wall. i found out that his flight has just arrived. he's been in New Zealand for quite some time. he still has a house here in Kuching, his family moved to New Zealand about three Years ago. i waited at the arrival zone where people started to walked out of the luggage place, some were even running.

i waited for a few minutes until somebody suddenly tapped my shoulder. i thought it was him, but as i turned around, it was a girl. she was carrying a travelers bag, like what some people from overseas would carry,or those camping bags.

"minta maaf, mana tempat nak minta teksi? eh, salah plak, sorry, where do i get the taxi?"

seems she was not a local. she was probably from the west malaysia. plus her accent gives it away. i pointed her the way to a taxi counter which was just a few inches away. she was crowded with bags so i offered to help her. i carried some of her handheld baggage so she could go to the counter with ease. after she got the taxi ticket thing, we waited outside for a taxi. the thing with airport taxi is that, you can easily get a taxi here.i helped her to put the things in the taxi, and afterwards she thanked me. before she went in the taxi, she took out a pen, took my hand and wrote something there. then she went in and left the airport. i slowly waved at her taxi and started walking back in the airport. i glanced at my hand, and a name, a number and a few lines were written on it.'Elly,(her number),"call me when you get a chance"'

then a distance away from the entrance, i saw my cousin, Remmy. he was carrying one big bag of luggage, and a laptop bag was hanging from his shoulder. he was sitting on one of those seat at the airport. he has been watching me all this while. he smiled and i ran towards him. and gave him a friendly hug.

"Only sixteen, and you're getting a girl like that. what will you become when you turn my age?"

i laughed a little and he laughed a lot. then he said "just don't be gay okay?"

we went over to the taxi counter, and booked a taxi. we waited outside and went home afterwards. in the taxi, he grabbed my hand and started to read what Elly wrote on my hand. he told me to call her tonight. i refused but he insisted that i do it tonight, because it was Thursday. tonight was lady's night at any club in Kuching. he told me to ask her out. i refused to ask her out to go clubbing because mainly for one reason, i was underage. he said he'd cover for me about my age. he persuaded me over and over again, even until we reached his house. even until we were inside his house and unpacking his stuff he was still persuading me.i unpacked his PS2 and plugged it into the Home theatre in his entertainment room. we were playing guitar hero 3 and he was still trying to get me to ask the girl out.

"she gave her numbers to you for a reason, stupid. its not a kind of nice things to do after some guy help her. she wants you to ask her out."

i thought some more and still refused,until we were playing the dragon force song, Through the Fire and Flame, he betted if he could finish the song better than me i asked Elly out tonight. i accepted his challenge since i always accepted any challengem,plus i was mediaocre at dragonforce song in guitar hero. he probably never played this song before.

i lost. he played the song perfectly in hard mode. i couldn't even compete with his score. he finished it 100%. I SHOULDN'T HAVE UNDERESTIMATED HIM. so the bet was i asked Elly out. okay. i reached my phone, dialled her number. there was a caller tone, the song by the vines "don't listen to the radio" was playing. then an answer.it was her. i asked if it was her, and she answered yes. i asked how she was doing, she said she had a hard time getting places since she has never been to Kuching before. then i had the chance, i offered to show her around Kuching. she happily answered that it would be great. she then thanked me a lot, and asked me to meet her at the Merdeka Palace.

there i showed to Remmy that i can take the challenge. but the problem was i can't drive because i don't have a license. Remmy told me not to worry, he told me "WE" could use his car. "WE"? what does he mean by that?

Street Punk(Love co-exist)

My Name is Jonhny, short for Junid.i look around.Kuching, no place like it, its unique like the people here.i am an outcast.everywhere i walk everybody would glance at me. they were looking at me as if i were a monster. i never did anything wrong but i knew just by the glances that they were talking bad about me. whisper of people passing by talking of my bad attitude, or that i probably have rob some store, or i was doing drugs, i can hear them all, but i just ignore them. i deafen my ear. this is what happens to me everyday of my life.

the glances can be the most dangerous weapon to ever be used, and the second most dangerous is bad impression. it was probably because of how i dress. i am a PUNK enthusiast.so to symbolize my interest i usually wear my PUNK getup. leather jacket with spike on the shoulder and the back, spiked bracelet, mohawk hair and combat boots. i walk around the city carrying my guitar, and a bag.

Kuching, Friday. my life changed forever. i was just coming back from a jamming session. the studio was on the second floor, i was walking down from the place. on the side walk, i passed a few shops, and a few people. they were glancing at me. then i passed this girl, she was wearing all white, i can smell her perfume from yards away. she saw me so i took my glance away from her. she smiled at me. i didn't know what to do. i never met with a girl like her before so i just walked past her. i was a bit nervous. so i just walked fster. then some guy was running in front of me and he knocked my shoulder. i wanted to retaliate but i wasn't in any mood to fight, especially in public.

the girl i saw earlier was still a few blocks away from where i was walking, she was buying something from a general store near the jamming studio. she was different, i can sense it. her glance, her smile, it wasn't like any other glance, and it wasn't those cynical smile too. her glance was more innocent and her smile was more sweet. i wasn't probably the one for her. a PUNK and an sweetheart will never be together, like a devil can never be with an angel.


suddenly, i could hear a scream, and a loud shouting for help. i turned to my back and i saw the girl sitting on the floor, while shouting for help. no one near her was helping her. she shouted that someone has snatched her handbag. no one cared, there was about a dozen guys there, but all they did was stared at her. i wasn't about to let such a thing happen. i ran as fast as i could to catch the snatch thief. i ran past her, and then the jamming studio. soon i was just a few inches away from the thief. but he provesto be a better runner than me, cause the moment he saw me behind him, he just dashed forward even faster. something was weighting me down, it was my guitar.

i made a one second thought. but i knew i would regret it later, but at hte time i wasn't thinking about anything. i jsut thought about her smile. i threw my guitar at the thief. he went down like a tree. the weight of my guitar was just unbearable to his head. i thought that he was dead. then a few moments later,a police car surrounded me.the police officer asked me to put my hands up. i couldn't do anything. i couldn't even explain. i was arrested for something that i didn't do.

i was in lock up with a few other felons. i didn't know what to do. the guy i threw down was also there, but was lying on the floor with a bandage wrapped on his head. he was conscious when he was put i here. he was still probably in pain. then the police officer that arrested me called my name. and asked me to step out of the cell. then he called another name, and the thief that i knocked down walked out.

we were asked to go in a straight line into a bright litted room. we were asked to stand in one straight vertical line facing a mirror.i knew this was the suspect room. the bloody thief was beside me. then out of nowhere this voice came, and told me to take a step forward. i was given number 7. so i slowly stepped forward. then the voice came again and told number 8 to move forward. after a few minutes the police officer came again to instruct us to get out. we were escorted back to the cell. an hour later, my name was called again. this time i was told that someone made a bail for me. i didn't know who it was, but i was thankful. the bail officer gave me a bag containing what was confiscated from me. my broken guitar. damn. i regretted throwing my guitar. there goes my two month payroll.

i walked slowly out of the station. my spiked mohawk hair was already down, cause i've been splashed with water by the other felons in the cell. i think he was drunk, at least untill i was finished with him(i beated him hard). i tried to fix my hair before i walked out of the station but it didn't work. i walked out with my hair down. it was almost dark in Kuching, Padang merdeka was as empty as ever, cars filled the street. but of course with the road to India Street closed, the whole road was even more crowded than before.

i walked around a bit, just before someone called my name. i thought it was the police officer again. but as i turned my head i saw the girl. she smiled at me. her smile was so sweet. she said something to me, i coudn't hear anything with all the blaring sound of cars and motorcycles beside us. i shrugged my head and she moved closer to me, reached her head near to mine, and whispered "Thank you,my hero" and gave me a kiss on the cheeks. i was blushing. she must have bailed me out. then we introduced ourselves formally to each other. her name is Layla. she held my arms softly and we walked together towards the open air foodcourt.