I'm aware of the title.

That's because I went to watch a horror Malaysian movie called Jangan Pandang Belakang. The English translation title is Don't Look Back. Right. I thought it will be cool to supoport and watch local movie. So I chose this movie. No idea who is the director and the actors especially the person in designing the hantu [ghost] for the movie. Mr. A thought it was crap and I thought it can be improved. But I really feel it's better to use a real human than using some plaster and bamboo stick to create the hantu.

Beginning was good. Not so scary. And then later, it was getting scarier. Someone even screamed at the sound of the microwave beep. I was still 'ok'. But the frequency of my hand dipping into the popcorn increased. And Mr. A was laughing. In fact, all of the audience were.

You bet I didn't scream? Wrong, people. I did. But only for a short while. My mind was wandering a bit while watching this particular scene: the hantu was sitting at the passenger seat and of course our hero didn't see it and then there was a guy from the highway wanted to give assistance to the hero. HAHA. This guy saw the hantu floating behind the hero. And I SCREAMED. Because my mind came back from wandering and saw something disgusting on the screen.

Thank god. I was not the only one who screamed. And there was also a scene like The Ring: the hantu was crawling not out of the tv but from some kitchen. Funny. But I shut my eyes. Because I just don't like to see a hantu without a face.

Ending? Just like your average expectation. Sweet as.

You know I once saw a woman with long hair trying to have a look on me from my upper deck of my bed. But I only saw the hair. Not the face. Thank god.

Another one was ... the night I moved out of college hostel. I was living in my newly rented room. And I could feel someone standing outside of my room door. A woman. I can't see her face because she was looking at the ground. She had long hair. Dressed in white. A long white gown. Frizzy fringe. She just stood outside of my room door for 2 nights. Sometimes I could feel her presence in the house. But I told her to please let me sleep in peace. And I had since then.

Any ghost stories to share with me?

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jolenesiah was telling me her occurring nightmare - something like that - last night. And she is weaving them into a story. I read it and I was just wondering what is the ending but she said she doesn't know. And then it gave me an idea to write a story that very night. What gave me the enthusiasm was related to something I read in the office earlier. The article I read in the office was about this author writing 350 words of short story every morning just to get his brain working. Right. So I decided to take up the challenge for myself.

I wrote this story within 30 minutes. Seriously. I didn't bring it out well so most likely it won't enter my writing corner. But if you were in my head, you would then understand the storyline better. Enjoy people.

Obsession

How long have I been running? How long have I been running in these woods??? Why is there no ending??? What am I running from???

Pearl didn’t recall anything except the strong urge to run as fast as she could. There was blood everywhere on her but she could not recall how she got them. She could not even remember if she had injured herself. All she knew was to run like a wind.

She was panting. Panting hard. The cool air of the night burned her lungs but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if her lungs burned into ashes as long she runs like the wind. She didn’t care if her aching legs melted on the spot as long she runs like the wind. She didn’t care if she had lost her directions in the woods as long she runs like the wind. She knew she would regret until the day she dies if she heeds her instinct. And her instinct was telling her to sprint.

She kept looking back. Nothing was behind her but she kept running despite her feet screaming of tiredness and her arms roaring of tensions. The only strength she had now was to clutch a silver hook pendant in her right palm. The glow from the pendant against the moonlight boosted her energy to run.

She kept on running but suddenly her feet pulled to a complete halt. The pendant was held closed to her bosom. She peered at the edge. If her feet didn’t stop, she would have plunged down the cliff. She shut her eyes and think hard. So intense was her brainstorming her head was throbbing and birds were flying around her head like a halo.

No. I cannot stop here. I will just climb down, thought Pearl.

“No. You are not climbing down here,” said a slender and meek looking guy with his arms crossed, standing a few meters away from Pearl.

Her eyes widened with horror with a small ‘o’.

“See you, Nefri,” replied Pearl with a broken tone. And she jumped.

Nefri ran towards her but it was too late. She had jumped.

She felt like she was flying in the air. And she felt free like a bird. She smiled.

I’m going to be free … thought Pearl. Her brain system shut off and she fell into a deep sleep …

XXX

Pearl could feel a soft caress across her face. Warm and comforting. She could feel the strong feeling of love in every stroke.

She opened her eyes gently and a soft orange colour ceiling greeted her. She could hear the fire crackle in a distance. The crackling soothed her mind. Gathering up all her strength, she averted her eyes to the direction of the caress.

“Welcome back, my love,” greeted a young man with tanned looking skin. He continued to stroke her hair tenderly.

Her heart ached as if an arrow has gone through it. Tears streaked her pallid face. She turned away from him even though she could see crease of worriless painted on his forehead and the eyes filled with excruciating hurt.

But she didn’t care. She just wished she was as dead as a corpse.

Sahidiwara pecked on her cheek and left the room for her to rest.

She closed her eyes and dreamed of freedom that very night.

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I'm absolutely not talking about the sleeping dreams. I'm talking my life goals; those dreams I have set unconsciously. WillI ever achieve them? Yea you can include I want to be a millionaire as one of the dreams...

My friend was asking me what I want for my birthday. Oh it's quite far from now and I actually have not thought of what I want. That's because whatever I receive for my birthday ... will it help me to achieve my dreams? Those dreams I'm trying to work towards achieving them.

What do I really want in life? I know them but I feel so helpless at looking at my dream list. It's more of a wishlist than things-to-achieve list. But I live only once. What the heck.

Oh well, lengchai, I know you will be reading this entry. I will get you my birthday wish list soon. Just wait ya. >.<

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I really don't want to answer this question myself. So I'm inviting people who know me in reality and virtually to tell me how funny I am. That's because many people I have chatted online or face-to-face telling me that I'm a damn funny girl. I just make them laugh out of the blue.

Like today, I took my revenge on the jerk in my office by saying something funny about his single life. And then everyone in the office laughed. I don't know what's so funny about it. But they said it's the way I said 'Sebatang Kara' (Single life in Malay).

Anyone please feel free to comment... Don't worry, I don't bite. I swallow. >.<

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I was hanging out with a friend today and he was telling me that he has a fiance. Bwahahaha. No I was just laughing out loud because I'm just simply happy for him to have found someone to live with. But then he was telling me that it was arranged by his mum and the 'fiance' mum. He was just attesting to the idea of arranged marriage.

But I think that's a pretty cool idea. And don't look at me in a scornful way - I won't ever be tangled up in an arranged marriage. No Way.

But I don't see why not of giving a try to see what's in the opposite person. It can be fun to get knowing a person via arranged marriage. Or did I read too much shoujo manga?

What if arranged marriage really could give a person absolute happiness that two persons in a marriage are looking for? You know there are many divorce cases ... and then you see young couples holding hand lovey dovey but how many of these couples can live together for long? And not ended up in divorcing? And not ended up in hating each other?

Yea. I have listed some points of arranged marriage but I for one won't want that.

Funny isn't it???

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