Oh lookie! October crept up to us again without anyone noticing. And if you recall, October is always *supposed* to be a very special month here in Twisted Tales, seeing that it marks both birthdays of the Creator and Creation. Author and Authored. Blogger and Blog. Whatever. It crossed my mind to do a 'Best of Twisted Tales' retrospective, which would make even more sense this year seeing that it's the 5th full year of Twisted Tales' existence now. Though posting has drastically slowed down these past 3 years, there're still a ton of gems for us to revisit. Sounds like a yummy proposition.
But no, says I. Don't get me wrong, though. It wasn't because I didn't want to come across as a self-absorbed egomaniac who harped solely on past glories. I still am. It was because I came up with this really cool piece that refused to be condensed into a throwaway Story of The Day.
It's been a while since we've done this, but... here we go!
RM1.JPG (Part 1)
You know how sometimes weird files mysteriously appear in your pendrive, and nobody has any clue how they got there?
It happened to Ray.
This is the story of a man who one day found two new files in his pendrive, RM1_front.jpg and RM1_back.jpg.
Mystified, he tried printing both files front and back.
The results were unbelievable to say the least. The printed copy perfectly resembled a new RM1 note, down to the squinting Agong and double serial number. Even more amazingly, the file could somehow transform the texture of ordinary A4 paper into that of an RM1 note, complete with silver-coloured lining on the back.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried printing a couple more, and there they were - crisp and fresh-smelling as from an ATM machine.
Determined to put this anomaly to the test, he went to the mamak stall downstairs, ordered a packet of limau ais and handed the man two of the notes he had printed and cut out himself. Surely he would notice something strange about it?
He didn't. He just took it, gave Ray 80 sen change and continued bobbing along to generic Hindi music blaring from the cheap speakers.
Ray felt his hands grow cold.
He had, literally, printed money.
Now being an accountant by profession, Ray was careful and calculated in preserving his new-found treasure.
Of course, the first thing he made sure was not to tell anyone about this. Not even his wife. Especially not his wife.
Next, he made copies. Scores and scores of copies, as many as it took. This was not going to be a story that ended with the pendrive becoming corrupted, that he was sure.
Once all the copies were safely stored and his wife safely in bed, he went to work. Working overnight, he managed to print 166 notes before dozing off at 5am. That was RM166. Not bad for a night's work.
The next day at work was hell for Ray. Something's got to give when you sleep for 2 hours before getting through an 11-hour day. He zombied his way through, before plonking asleep at 7pm at home without even taking dinner. Next thing he knew, he was awake at 1am, sleeping wife beside.
With a mind of their own, his feet led him beside the printer.
Time to get to work again.
To be continued.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
"So you like her, huh?" Loh, the resident taikor (big brother) of the dim sum place winked. "Go get her then!"
"But... she's always with her friends." he sighed.
"That's the way girls are, mate. You just gotta get to them."
He stole another glance at her. There she was, lovely as ever, bubbly as usual and surrounded as always.
Like him, she was new to the dim sum shop and all its hustle and bustle. The steaming buns, puffy tarts, clattering saucers and frantic pace - it all took some getting used to. He was glad to have an angel like her to make the passing hours easier.
But she never looked at him. Maybe once or twice, but he was sure it was just a normal look that she gave to everyone else. The sort that she could also give to the passing customers or scurrying workers. Or anyone else in her sumptuous life which sadly, he didn't feature much in.
"Someday I'll talk to her." he told Loh with a tinge of resignation.
"You can't think that way! She might be gone someday, and so might you. You gotta make that someday today."
"Really? How? Do I ask her out or something?"
"Course not! You really are inexperienced huh?"
"That's why I'm talking to you."
"You said that she's always with her friends. Why don't you get to know her friends then?"
"Um...okay. Sure you can't come with me?"
"Wish I could, but you know I gotta stay here."
"Oh yeah. Behind the counter."
He took a deep breath and tried to act normal. Perhaps now would be a good time, she didn't seem too busy. Though she was still with her friends. Sheesh.
But wait! She was going somewhere. He would have to be patient first.
His eyes followed her to one of the tables with a lone gentleman. She smiled at him, and he did so likewise. Oh wait... he wasn't smiling at her. He was on his mobile phone. Jerk.
The blabbermouth continued to yak away into his cheap phone, laughing embarrassingly loud at regular intervals. All the dim sum on his table went untouched, while she strangely continued to wait for him in silence.
A full three minutes later, enough time for his tea to become cooler than it should be, he put down the phone. And proceeded to do the single most disgusting act he had ever seen.
He locked lips with her.
Right before his very eyes, he pressed his lips against her unabashedly, face devoid of emotion.
She looked happy.
It was more than he could take. The next chance he got, he left his place and jumped to his death.
"Alas," lamented Loh as a diner emptied him into a plate. "Their love was never meant to be - a siu mai and a har gao."
Posted by mOkKiEs® at 8:03 pm