- "Shouting, screaming, and cursing; almost like a nightly ritual in our house. Little did I know, they-being my parents-were planning on getting a divorce. Five years passed, I’m 17 and I still haven’t known the cause of the divorce. I never wished to find out. I kept my desire hidden deep at the deepest, darkest bottom of my heart. Somehow, mum knew what I wanted to know because three days after the clock stroked 12 am on my 18th birthday, my mum sat me down and told me everything."
I thought watching The Holiday might give me an idea to write a short story. Turns out, it didn't. I sat on our tattered red, Ikea sofa and yet nothing came to me except for that paragraph above. I'm writing because I want to join The MPH-Alliance Bank National Short Story Prize 2009. But no matter what, my writing seems to lack something. I don't know what. Good God.
Okay. Thats all I have to say. I think that because of my headache, I can't think. Maybe tomorrow. Right. I also need to persuade mum to let me go to the camp in Penang. I want want want! Grrssssssss. Okay, back to hiatus.
- "I can't figure out the Mathematics of this. I just know that I love you"