Since this post in categorized as random. I am going to tell a random story. The stories centers around a place named Cyberjaya. There live many boys and girls, but I am going to talk about one boy only, me. I bought a new sony handycam mainly to record my own choreography, persevering memory and produce casual videos. As for producing casual videos, I randomly inspired to use red dice. Hence, a search for red dice begin.
According to the standard protocol of a searching mission, research about the subject is require before any further action and that is what I did. Okay I am sorry, I lied, I did not do any research for red dice. With no hesitation I walk out the house and start looking for red dice. Deep inside my heart, I knew that the red dice is not something common, therefore, I decided to travel to KL, the “New York” of Malaysia to search the red dice.
From station to station, bus-stop to bus-stop, yes, I reached KL. Since the red dice is rare, so I started off with the rare looking stall and shop lots around the “golden river”, Sungai Wang. Surprisingly none of them got what I came for, the red dice. That did not stop me to keep looking for the red dice. I re-draw the plan and try to allocate another strategic location.
The next location was Time Square, a place where the time is always square. Every time I step into the building, I feel that my time is square. I did not get distracted by other things, I was fully focus on the searching. I start asking around the mini stall and they all shook their heads like they never did before. I keep walking until I came across some gifts and souvenirs shop. I pull all the courage from all direction of oxygen and ask the cashier, ” Do you sell dice? ” . ” What’s that? ” she replied. I said it twice but she shook her head. I shouted to my friends outside the shop, ” Hey, what do you call dice in chinese ?” and I deliver the message using chinese, but still the cashier shook her heads. The shop owner came out and just about before he speak the first word, the cashier somehow understand me. She said, ” Oh, dice, sorry we don’t sell it here.”
That was disappointing, but no matter what, I was determined to find the red dice. I tried the magic store, but they do not sell normal dice. Instead, they ask me to go for the bookstore. The bookstore, where people sell books, also happen to be selling dice as well, but it was white dice. All the negative event did not discourage me. However, I was a little bit tired for carrying too much of hope with such result.
No matter what, I keep on walking, in a square manner. When all hopes seems to be fading away, something bright was just in front of my eyes. I heard some voices coming from the shop, it was so soft yet sharp. The shop looks fancy, it was a fancy looking gift and souvenirs shop. The moment I step into the shop, I can feel the presence of the red dice. I tried so hard to look for it, from left to right, up and down, the red dice was no where to be found. Again, I summoned the courage from all direction of oxygen, to ask the cashier. She gave me a sad look saying, ” We do sell dice here, unfortunately they are all red in color 😦 “.
Despite looking at the sad face, I smile in return. ” Perfect, that’s what I need. “, I said. I can see all the red dice, all red looking gorgeous dices. I was so obsessed with it that I purchase three red dice at the price of RM 3. With the red dices in my palm, I felt like holding the world, full of glorious joy. I walked home with glory that day.
Porridge? No thanks. 