You've found that Special thing.
You're flying without wings.
Out of the many Joys of Life.
My mentionable ones would be, (Material Items only)
Books. Comics.
Food and Drinks.
Fruit Juices and Chocolate Milk ( They're in a diff category altogether from F&B)
So Awesome.
Football.
Music.
For football, It's not JUST 22 MEN OR WOMEN,
CHASING ONE BALL.
YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED IT should you be one of those who have that opinion.
It brings so much joy and to some, even meaning to life.
For some, It's all they have.
Comparing football to Collecting stamps,
I wouldn't say collecting stamps is just collecting stamps.
I'd say, It's a boring, unimpressive and rather senseless hobby.
BUT! IF YOU LIKE IT, WHO AM I TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT?
ENJOY IT! Makes You happy=Makes Me happy.
Fair. This wasn't meant to hurt anyone.
Not directed at anyone collecting stamps either.
So chocolate milk and fruit juices are the things i'll find in Heaven.
Teh Peng. Bandung. Chendol.
They're all just a preview of Heaven.
If, preview is the word to use in this case.
Okay.
All My Life,
I've always been taken care of.
People made sure my wants and needs were attended to.
That I wasn't left alone, be it at home or anywhere else.
I have wonderful aunts, uncles and cousins that were always there.
Though I was very unwelcoming of their presence, care and concern.
How was I to know? I was just a Kid back then.
All I was happy about was being with Mother.
The good intention of others were never or rarely in my knowledge.
At family functions, I wasn't alone at all.
Though my cousins are a few years older than I am now and then,
I couldn't really understand their speak, their jokes or what they they were laughing at.
Most of the time while they were joking, I thought I was the butt of it.
(Back then, A joke to me was, Haziq breaking his Parents' bed doing a Swanton-Bomb)
Biggest joke to me for a while back then.
He did this,
Before doing this,
End Result,
The bad influence of wrestlers such as Jeff Hardy. Sigh.
When Dad wasn't around, serving, Mother would send me over to aunts' and uncles' places.
For the days and nights.
I hated being in the company of Pakcik Zul's at Makwa's house in BoonLay,
Just the road across Jurong Point.
To me, He was just a Ghoul, Ogre, Monster, Monstrosity, Abomination and
All other synonyms of monster. Waiting, for mother to unknowingly send me over for him,
to torture. Well, at least it felt like torture.
I'd cry and and hold on to mother's arm. She had to leave for work.
I wanted to be with her. Couldn't understand why I couldn't be with her while she worked.
HAHA kids. Pak Cik Zul would grasp my arm and drag me into the house,
farther and farther away from that symbol of security, Mother.
He'd talk to me. I'd either keep silent or cry.
On the contrary, I loved being at Mak Ngah's house.
I had Kak Syahirah, Kak Athira and Pak Ngah to take care of me.
Mak Ngah too of course.
They were mostly girls and therefore, nice and gentle.
No monsters in that house, my young mind was sure.
Even Pak Ngah's gentle.
I was so close to Athira, Brother teased me.
'' Ah suka Athira! Jadi boyfriend ah. ''
That was half the part.
He went on to tell My cousins.
I cried all the time he did either part.
At 16years of age,
The jokes, happiness, attention and many other things come in different forms.
However, they all serve to one single embodiment.
Love and Care.
For Example, the biggest joke recently was imagining after Haziq and Nabil talked about,
''Dulu Haziq tinggal kat tingkat lima je sey. Bawah rumah. Best hari-hari datang rumah.
Abeh nanti mandi sama-sama!''
Haziq, looking a little embarrassed, smiled.
''Ah ah sey. Gerek''
I asked, ''Asal Ibu ( His Mother) pindah? ''
Frowning,
'' Entah ah''
I still can't imagine Nabil and Haziq bathing together.
That my happiness and security were of top priority,
I am forever grateful to those who were involved in my good upbringing.
Nabil, Congrats on your 2.4timing.
Thoroughly impressed and proud.
Supporting You always.
Some stories have to be told,
Before it is too late. So tell them now.
Better if they are stories you shared with others.
I'll go start on studying now.
Wait! I need breakfast,
Go rummaging through the fridge now.
Stories in our lives, We keep them All inside
Ynwa, You'll Never Walk Alone.
-Farhan Syah
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