Friday, March 27, 2009
Memories Of Charlie : Chapter 1
“Don’t go, please! Don’t go!! No!!!!” I woke up with sweats rolling down my pale white cheeks. That was some nightmare. I took a look at my alarm clock, yellow as ever, with the 3 numbers 7, 0 and 0 projected on that digital screen. I paused for a moment, and then screamed. I am late for my flight!! If I am not at the 15 miles away airport by 8, I’ll miss the flight and will be late for my far most important interview of my life!! An interview with the well-known to be stuck-up-fussy-loads-of-questions-to-ask manager. Which soon to be my boss (I doubt that, if I don’t get on that plane). Without further hesitations, I jumped out of bed, grab the suit of office wear which I recently bought (black, stripes with little sequence sewed on to it). I slammed the laptop on my table close then single handedly grab my heels, bread and car keys, and rush to my baby (a second hand Toyota which I got as present on my sweet 16 birthday from my parents).
The flight to Penang was bumpy, but I made it safely. It was raining when I first step into the city. As lost as a blind man can be, being to an unknown state is pretty annoying. A hand with my laptop and a directory on the other, I wondered around the airport, not knowing where to head. I wasn’t concentrating when I bumped into him, a tall, almost perfectly good looking guy. It was love-at-first-sight! “I’m sorry,” says he as he picks up his papers shredded along the way. Panting, I mumbled a few words that I don’t even know and watch him left. I stood up and walk, then heard a minor sound of crack. Wondering what, I look down, seems like a nametag that has been split into half. I put the puzzle back together again. Hmmmm, CEDRICK. R was written there. I suppose it belongs to the 99.9 % man I bumped into? I stared at the nametag, so beautifully broken, then a glance at my watch, oh no! My appointment! And ran towards the nearest door I can find.
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