The Secret Life of Malaysian Teenagers
PROLOGUE
Everyone
have secrets.
There
is no denying that fact. Ever.
There
are just some things in this world
that we prefer to have it kept under lock and key, threw in a dark closet and
let it rot till all time stops.
Secrets
are sometimes hideous, ugly and vile things; results of poor judgement and
terrible deceit. It is something private that we don’t want others to find out.
And yet, sometimes secrets are contrary to that first belief. It is sometimes…
something…something that is so beautiful, so amazing, and so gastronomically
thrilling, that it simply brings you the whole world of joy and millions of
happiness. I guess it all depends on who is leading that life and what they
have done to achieve said secrets.
As
for myself?
Yes,
I do have secrets.
My
name is NoorAnis Julia Binti Abdullah and these words are stories that represent
the secret life that teenagers had to go through while growing up in Malaysia.
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CHAPTER 1: THE UNEXPECTED LETTER
NoorAnis
Julia, or better known as JJ, rolls out of bed groggily. She had only managed
to drift in and out of sleep yesterday and not fully sleep. Worry had struck
her anxiety like a frightened horse. A promotion was at stake, and all night,
her mind had creatively come out with ways on how she could ruin her own
promotion.
JJ
looks around her miserable room as if still in a daze. Piles of clothes lay
strewn all over the place. Time was very limited for JJ this week that she had
not manage to clean everything properly. Two PC expositions under her company -
T-Zone - were being held in the Curve
and Times Square this weekend, and JJ had the misfortune of being the project
coordinator for both expos.
‘Consider yourself lucky you got this job,
they said. None your age could have gotten this opportunity, they said. Ugh!
What a bunch of crap!’ JJ thought angrily while vigorously rubbing her
tired eyes, hoping to wake herself up a little more. ‘I should have just stayed unemployed like the rest of SPM students who
are waiting for their results.’
Feeling
a bit energized - though for the life of her; how rubbing one’s eye could help
you feel energize is beyond her tired mind’s comprehension - JJ began rummaging
around the room to see if there’s anything she can wear.
After
salvaging a few scraps of good clothing to wear, JJ went and took a cold
shower. She wished her mama could afford a water heater but that was asking too
much. Being able to hold on to this flat was hard enough, even with JJ’s effort
in making extra money for her mama so she could get a breather, but to be able
to get a water heater was out of the question. The increase in electric bill
itself was going to leave their family sweating in order to pay it and the
actual heater itself is costly.
JJ
pushed all dark thoughts aside and continued showering in some semblance of
peace from her pessimistic mind. She tried to imagine she was in the Sahara
Dessert, getting a nice warm shower from a very beautiful Middle Eastern prima
donna. It was a nice day dream but she had to leave it if she wanted to make in
time for work. JJ hates fighting over seats on the bus. So, she always made
sure she was early. Thus, it was with a heavy heart that she left her sanctuary
to get ready.
After
making sure she had everything she needed and pack all her schedules and
planner, she made her way outside to the living room. JJ’s flat was a small
flat with 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms. There was a small kitchen area in the back
and a sitting area adjacent to it. It was not much, but it was home for the
small girl.
She
tried to sneak to the main door without having her mom notice her leave but it
was no use.
“What in all things holy are you wearing,
young lady!?” shrieked a voice that JJ knew all too well. Damn it. No peace
this morning either. Sighing, she turned around with a cute pout in her lips.
TBC
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***2/11/2012***
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