As I go through a rare spring cleaning exercise on my personal laptop, I discovered this unfinished script which I would like to share here. As mentioned, it’s unfinished and hopefully I’ll find the courage and discipline to expand the story before the year ends.
As the file indicated, I first attempted to write this in April 2012 (more than a year ago!) and it was meant to be a screenplay. Hence, the odd-looking format and font.
Oh and if you feel like helping me finish this story, please feel free to share the direction you think this story should go to.
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INT. BASEMENT PARKING IN A MEDIUM-COST HIGH-RISE CONDOMINIUM – EVENING
Ah Lian arrives home after a long and hard day at work. As she pulls into her parking bay, she hears a thunderous roar coming from her neighbour’s silver Proton Waja with dark tinted windows.
Ahmad, the neighbour, is testing his car’s engine by pressing the accelerator repeatedly. Since the car’s engine has been modified to resemble a turbo racing monster machine, the noise becomes unbearable for the human ears.
INT. AH LIAN’S APARTMENT – SHORTLY AFTER ARRIVING FROM WORK ON THE SAME EVENING
Ah Lian walks into her apartment with a look that could easily make Darth Maul purrs in coy submission. She is greeted by her housemate, Meenachi.
MEENACHI
Eh, Ah Lian. Are you ok? Why you look so garang?
AH LIAN
(sighs)
You know that fucker who has that silver Waja
parked near our parking bay?
(without waiting for Meenachi to respond)
I swear to God, I’m going to kill him one day.
I mean who the fuck does he think he is?
Making all those damn noise!
MEENACHI
Whoa! Sabarlah, Ah Lian. What can you do?
These people have no idea how ridiculous and stupid they are. Biarkanlah aje.
No point getting all upset over something you can’t change. Let it go.
Jom! Let’s go and makan?
In the next few weeks, Ah Lian is greeted by the same annoyingly loud noise coming from the silver Waja. Sometimes, she tries to convey her annoyance to Ahmad by sending him daggered looks across the parking bays. All Ahmad does is to double up the volume of his engine and smiles at her slyly, as if he needs to prove to Ah Lian how much he’s enjoying every second of her misery.
One day, she decides to take matters into her own hands.
INT. THE SAME BASEMENT PARKING – ONE MONTH LATER
Ah Lian and Meenachi are seen lurking behind Meenachi’s grey Perodua MyVi. They look around the basement several times to make sure that nobody else is around.
MEENACHI
(whispers)
Pssst! Ah Lian, I’m scared. Are you sure you want to do this?
AH LIAN
(irritated)
Aiyoh! Don’t be such a scardy cat, can ah? No time to chicken out now, ok?
I’m going in. Watch my back.
A few hours later that same day.
INT. THE SAME BASEMENT PARKING WHERE THIS STORY FIRST STARTED
AHMAD
What the fuck?!!
(He proceeds to tears off a picture of a pig with the word “BABI!!” written diagonally across the picture in capital letters from his Waja’s tinted window shield)
Ah Lian and Meenachi walk into the parking basement and are confronted by a seething Ahmad.
AHMAD
(points at Ah Lian)
You! It’s you, bukan? You did this!
AH LIAN
Hello?!!! Excuse me? What are you talking about?
Kenapa marah-marah ni?
Gambar apa tu? Eh, so cute this babi.
AHMAD
Eh, you ni bodoh ke apa? Saya Muslim, tau?
Apa yang you buat ni berdosa tau? Dahlah kafir,
makan babi,tak cuci buntut, tapi nak kurang ajar!
Tak tau ke apa ertinya respect?
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