the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I'm sure you would have heard or read about the alleged murder of Nurasyura Mohamed Fauzi or better known as Nonoi, which happened just last week.

I first heard news of her disappearance at school. Coincidentally, I was passing by the school's newspaper stand and i felt like i wanted a short read. I flipped through the pages with Arfin and Wen Jin ( we were to head for lunch but were sidetracked by the newspaper) and once we turned to the first page, there was a mug shot of a pretty toddler, looking up, as though bewildered to have her picture taken. Such round eyes. You would have been a beauty.

We read through the article with interest, and soon that interest turned to concern. Where could this 2 year old, barely able to string a sentence together, be?

Your disappearance took place at Circuit Road. A jolt of recognition shook me. That's where my Pijul stays. I read on and i found myself wondering, " I'm here in Tampines, just a few dollars worth of a cab ride away from the place, heading to lunch and your family are probably fretting over your disappearance."

For a moment, I pictured your family searching high and low for you all over the neighbourhood, not leaving an area uncombed.

I thought nothing more and walked off.

The next day, newspapers shed more light on your disappearance. I suspected foul play. Come on, if the door was open and your step-grandfather was praying, back turned from the back door, it wouldn't take a second invitation for a crook to come in and snatch you away from your sleep.

Reports came in about the family searching all the way till Bedok. I wondered how long this was going to go on. The searching, the worrying, the sleepless nights. Where are you, Nonoi?

Sadly, you can't answer that. You never will.

You were found in a narrow gap under the PIE Expressway. Were you there all this while?

Your stepfather was suspected of your murder. How could he?

I read more reports on your death.

They said, you were beyond recognition, decomposed, just not you.

It's heartbreaking to hear of your death. Even more, thinking of what you could have achieved in your life.

Your mummy may appear calm and composed on the outside. Nobody can fathom the unimaginable pain your mummy have to go through.

I'm sure, right now, Heaven is your place. That's where all they go.

That's where kids like you, innocent and pure, go.

I'm a nobody in your life, just a stranger wishing your family peace from this whirlwind storm.

My condolences to the family of Nurasyura Mohamed Fauzi...

Or better known as,

Nonoi.

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