Dis and Bouf's Blog

Wow, I was an edgy sonofabitch. Eh, I'll leave both of the stories up here. They're fun. Dean M.H.C 180920, 1746 words, The Café I own a small café at the end of a street.      At 4am every morning, I walk into the café, walk behind the counter, switch on the lights and switch on the machines. I let them all warm up for a few minutes, sweeping the floor and wiping down the tables. The employees, a young man named Zack and two young ladies named Rebecca and Zoe, they will saunter in at a rubbered time between 5 to 6, usually with an apology if they’re late, but never early. Once they take their places at the counter and the machines, that is when I take a short leave to the upper office. There is where I usually park myself to balance the books for about an hour, ensuring that everything was as it should be, before I relaxed for breakfast. After that, I would join Zack at the counter to make a perfect team of four. We would work until 11am, which then all four o...

Dean M.H.C, 030920, 1761 words, Blue Cards I held onto my mother’s hand, walking through the streets as the world bustled around me. I watched as the life of the world around me stuttered with a sense of splendor. The sky was a cloudless blue, the buildings a bright set of electric candles lining the street, the smells of the shops with the departmental air fresheners or slightly overcooked food was the atmosphere that I had grown up in. I jerked by head around to see the patrons slowly trickling in and out, some laughing, some crying, some screaming, some nothing. A glorious cacophony of life. We walked down the cold, grey pavement that was paved without a road, with a hundred of our peers right beside us towards the same place. I looked up at my mother, wearing her black dress and shoes, walking ahead of me as she ensured I would not run into anyone. Her eyes, tired from waking up so early, blinked slowly and surely at the road ahead, and soon at me. She pat me on the head and sp...

Australia's a good place. It's funny how many citizens tend to talk down their own country out of their own pain. But I've never had any problems. Maybe it's because I'm Singaporean. Eh. Doesn't matter. Good place.