We celebrated Arman’s birthday today at Kak Long’s house. Tulang, murtabak, the gastronomical works. The high point was of course when he got his present. Din, the joker that he is, wrapped the present (an XBox 360 game) which he placed in an empty ‘love letters’ (the food) box. The before and after expressions on Arman’s face were priceless!
Before Revelation
After Revelation
It's been a rough couple of months with him, what with the PSLE and all. He has been exhibiting some trying behaviours. Much like what Cyrus went through the year he turned twelve. I guess it's the whole adolescent thingy. I worry about him a lot.
I just had to upload this one. Raya night at Kak Long's place. While trying (unsuccessfully) to watch Goong S on tv, got Amelia to snap a pic of me and Fayyad 'Qool' Qusyairi. I can never get over how laid back he is. He is always smiling and loves it when people talk. He seems to think we are talking to him all the time and then he'll gurgle or give a smile. Can't wait for the hols to come so I can spend more time with him!!!!
I got an SMS today from someone whom I'd rather leave embedded somewhere in my past. A love of mine. Well an unfulfilled one I guess on my part. An almost lover.
A forwarded (not a personal one) Aidilfitri text message, filled with well wishes and do'as. Am I to think then, that at least once a year, he somewhat thinks of me and wonders how I'm doing? I shall not flatter myself.
But without fail, every Hari Raya eve, my mind traverses back to the year 2000. A 4 hour conversation that took us into the early hours the next day. I can clearly recall one part. We were talking about getting attached. He told me he wanted to get attached first before me. I remarked that he was selfish in saying that and asked him for the reason. He said he would not know what to do if my so-called boyfriend would not let me remain in touch with him. He would not be able to take it.
I always find myself in these bizarre situations; not knowing whether to be touched or pull my hair in frustration. It was always like that. He got jealous over other guys; imagined or real. Not angry jealous, just the wistful staring, tense silences, hurt looks. Or perhaps I’ve grossly misinterpreted these little gestures of his.
It amazes me, the mixed feelings I still have, whenever I recollect the pieces of time I had with him. At times, I wish my memory would not serve me this well.
"One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory." - Rita Mae Brown
Before Revelation
After Revelation
