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of Farhan, Armageddon and stolen taxis

Monday, May 30, 2005

Over the weekend, I've wondered and learnt a number of things.

1. I wonder if it's wrong to be sikit punya atas all the time.

2. That kids are precious gifts from Him.

3. I am a sucker for sad, heart-wrenching films.

4. I am a spendthrift, especially when it comes to That Time of the Month.

5. Evening Primrose Oil DO work for menstrual cramps.

6. There are absolutely NO cabs on Sundays.

Which was why I was so *beep* pissed when a pair of mother and son stole MY *beep* cab!! How can they NOT see me, I wonder. I was there covering my head from the drizzle, one hand on my waist and the other is hailing a taxi cab (eh wait... that makes me 3-handed, no?)

And they happily STOLE my *beep* cab. So I had to call one.

And off I went to CCK to pick a friend up and then to town. I bought white slippers and white shorts. I very the luuurrve my purchases. So white. So clean. And no, I'm not a minah just because I bought white slippers. Shut up Huda. I can imagine you rolling your eyes. I still look quite ok in them. Quite New York actually.

Then again, I look fab in a trash-bag. Heh...

And then spent $50 in Watsons and another $60 on Elizabeth Arden Green Tea. The scent makes me feel happy happy happy.

Shit. I REALLY have to re-organise my money management scheme.

It must be the period. I feel card-swiping-happy when I'm having my period. And it's more dangerous now cos I don't have period cramps anymore. Which means, more spending when there's less cramps.

So yeah.

And the Armageddon last night was a heart-wrenching film. I cried my eyes out.

Trying to be discreet about it but alas! My dad saw my mucus-wiping-action-on-my-tshirt-sleeve deed.

Shit.

He squatted infront of me and asked "Eh.. Nangis? Kenapa nangis ni?"

Me: "Tengok citer tu ahh..." (points at tv screen)

My granddad was there too so he went like "Awin nangis? Loh! Kok nangis! Tengok tv mesti hepi-hepi tak boleh nangis" in true Wak-wak Jawa fashion.

And there I had 4 men in the house teasing and laughing at me. My stupid brothers were the loudest, of course.

Back track a bit.

On Saturday, I met a wonderful boy called Farhan. No, not my stinky brother Farhan, but a 5-year old boy from Singapore Children Society.

We volunteered to spend the morning with these kids - Huda, Dayana, a few people from Drew & Napier and yours truly.

Farhan and I, we had a bad start. He had a perpetual frown on his face. Moody-looking. An individualist. He looked terribly troubled.

Tired of the numerous visits from strangers, maybe?

Grossed out by our cooing and attempts to be freindly towards him, possibly?

Protecting himself from the world, perhaps?

I wonder what bad tint he has gone through to make him the way he is. Angry and quiet.

I didn't think I could break the ice with him, but his curiousity got the better of him. He asked lotsa questions and soon trusted me enough to let me hold his hand and brushed his hair back every now and then.

To see him look up at me and smile, my heart just beats faster.

To see him finish up his spaghetti, it wraps my heart in a warm envelope, and I wished he was mine.

When we were in the bus on the way back, Dayana and I had a blast with him. He laughed and he smiled. Like any normal happy kid.

It saddens me when I know all he wants is to be happy, yet he has to protect himself, and to do so, he has to be wary of the world.

So young, yet so smart.

It broke my heart when we had to go.

We bid farewell.

A final kiss on my wet cheeks.

And he's out of my sight.

the enigma was spotted at 18:35