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Apr 8, 2014

Where am i?

2am


i checked my watch which smells like sweat and hydraulics. I on the other hand, stank like yesterdays piss and cheap cigarettes. You know what smells worst than yesterdays piss? the piss of the day before. It's been a rough week for me. I remember that day, i had to deal with a lavatory in the aircraft which was flooded with shit and napkins, couldn't flush, plus a weak cunt decided to vomit in the sink. Fuck my life.
I keyed in my overtime that night, as i hit every key on the keyboard, i grinned at the extra hours I've clocked in the past week. I keep telling myself, * just a lil more *
My target was to collect an average of 50 hours a month. Not easy. i work late nights, sometimes wee hours in the morning handling almost 7 aircraft a day.

2.30am

It was time to go home, i was dead tired, shoulders and joints aching, fingers weak and dirty, knees shaky, greasy forehead, messy hair, tight shoes, my feet was like Houdini himself in a strap jacket trying to escape. The thought of going home and masturbating to lesbian porn was hilarious because before i could even play the videos, i fall asleep. *True story, happens everytime*.

Times like this, i usually sleep at my office couch just to rest my eyes before the ruthless journey home. I've experienced woman drivers driving into my lane without any sensible reason, kids at the back of the buses pointing out middle finger at me as i point back, road blocks, brutal accidents at the fast lanes, driving into a fucking fog out in the middle of no where, small fluttering bugs blinding me as it hits my visor.. so anyway..

2.45am

I drive out the company car from behind the scenes of the airport, looking at aircraft parked at every bay lit with the bright orangy stadium lights at every corner. Amazing piece of machine sleeps as i drive through..
i reach the guard post,
*neutralize gear, pulls up hand break, pull open the booth lever, opens door*
The yawning Malaysian Airport Berhad guard, opens the main gate for me.. i walk in to tag my airport pass through their counter and go through a physical body search by another guard (he was fat).

* daily in and out fucking routine; Airport security bullshit *

I drive the car out to the tunnel where we usually park to get in and out of work, i get out yawning.. Asking myself if it's worth going home at this time. The answer was yes, because it was my off day the next day. Zipping up my brown leather jacket, i light up my last cigarette.. it was that soft cold raining wind, pluss i just got out of work, it was an amazing smoke. The weight of responsibility, on my aching stressful shoulders unwind as i puffed away. I lazily walked myself all the way to my bike parking.

3am

*throws cigarette on the floor* As i look up, my single cylinder, 4 stroke monster, weighing almost 200kg waits for me with style. Unchaining my lil monster was satisfying.. i then unlocked my full face helmet and wore it proudly like a spartan Greece god. The final touches were cluthing my leather gloves in between my fingers. Right before i inserted the key, my key chain commits suicide to the ground. I paused before i started the ignition. Then i told myself, it could be a sign, before picking it up, i was exhausted so i monologued under my breath " i had no time for this superstitious shit ".
I picked it up and placed it in my pocket. 

*stand retracted, ignition on, push start and so i rammed*
Vvvvvhhhommm.. Vvvvvhhhommm.. Vvvvvvvvvvvvhhhhhooooommmm
* put a lil bass as you read it *
*Superbike maaa*


She roared.


3.18am

I rode out into the dark empty highway carefully while steadily picking up speed. Only her lights guiding me home that night.. Speeding around 150km/hour on gear six, i felt the pressure of the air forcefully hugging me. It was amazing.

I've traveled in that highway for 2 years and it has become a motor memory of every single hump, corners, turns, high ground low ground, tunnels, flyovers and tolls. I was subconsciously trained to avoid, slow down and speed up at every section. I didn't have to think, not even a bit. i knew the road like the back of my hand.

3.40am

I enjoyed the cold breeze seeping into my jacket. Slowly my eyes muscle relaxed itself and i was slowly dozing off.. 

3.41am

Waking up in a fright..breathing heavily.. I slowed down. " This can't happen again.. Nono..i'm awake.".

3.43am

I was slowly dozing off again.. (trying to keep myself awake wasn't as easy i thought it would be)

3.45am

This time i woke up really afraid..heart pounding.. i was falling asleep.. shit. (starts singing)
(singing became humming..humming became a lullaby)

3.50am

And so it happened, what i feared the most. i fell asleep.

3.55am (approximately)


" Woiiii... Woiiiii.. Deiiii Deiiii..!!! "

hmmm huh?? I woke up to see a back of a lorry almost 10 meter infront of me.
I fucking jammed on the front and rear brakes as hard as i possibly could..
Too fucking late though.. i slammed my whole left side onto the right side of the lorry..

4.10am

I was a lil unconscious and i knew i was carried by few guys.. They sat me down, and so i was leaning against the divider of the side of the road, i woke up to consciousness to find myself siting in a puddle of blood, my helmet was on the road off my head.. Bad news, it was my blood.. Looking up, i saw them arguing.. Few indian guys talking bullshit in tamil..

I tried lifting up my left hand to unzip my jacket but i was in pain, i knew it was my wrist..so while breathing heavily as i feel a rush of pain to my head..i needed air to breathe, already feeling warm inside..i unzipped my jacket with my right hand.. It felt like it was the most difficult thing to do..

Looking at my uniform..i realised i was in deep shit.. My white uniform was soaking with blood. i coughed out more blood. Those bunch of idiots were still arguing about something in tamil while standing infront of me..i called out for them..
"Anne (brother)" 


One of them saw me.. "dei dei vangge vangge... (come come).. he is awake"
My mind works in a very mysterious way.. I did a head count just incase this was planned and if they were going to rob me and leave me bleeding. i shoved my right hand into my pocket to feel my phone and i hold on to it tightly.
3 guys were asking me questions, i wasn't paying attention as i saw the fourth guy walking out from the front of the lorry. Until i confirmed there were only 4 guys altogether, then i listen to what they were asking initially.
One guy was asking where i stayed. Another asking me if my legs hurt.
I couldn't answer them, i kept spatting out blood..
I only wanted to ask them one question..but i was blacking out..it was hard to breathe..
and so i struggled with the blood in my mouth..coughing it out, i forcefully ask them something in tamil.
One of the guy freaked the fuck out.. His hand was on his head while saying " Owhh god No...No please "
I was confused why so much of drama for just one question?
I saw her on the road lying there lifelessly.. That hurt more than my wrist and my bleeding jaw.
One of them said call someone from home to inform them immediately.
I took out my phone and called my dad.. I explained what happened and he came rushing.
In less than 10minutes my dad showed up with my brother half awake.

The loaded me like a box into the car. I heard one of them telling my dad that i may be suffering from severe head injuries, he looked worried. Then i realised that only i knew i was asleep before i crashed, that's why i asked them earlier..

" Where am i? "



fin.




























Apr 23, 2013

1918

Every racing drop was like a sharp needle trying to pierce through my fingers..
Every time i pass through under an arched tunnel, there was thundering silence..
pausing few seconds before the wrath of nature continue to stab its way into my skin.
I couldn't feel my feet.
It was covered by my wet weighty socks in my flooded shoes..

My visor took the hits as it protected my face, 
especially my eyes to navigate and maneuver in the continuous  tears of the clouds.

It poured like someone was raging mad! The wind blew as hard as it can to topple me off from every direction..
My little monster fought her way through the heavy wind and the rain on fourth gear..
My raincoat was all i had to protect me..and it wasn't good enough.
i kept myself focused on the road, as everyone starts becoming clumsy as fuck when it rains.

*PHOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN* (A large truck passes me like a bullet train)

I told myself that i needed to stop somewhere or things can get messy..(thought to myself after the 3rd truck)
So i pull over at the next tunnel.. slowing down was a difficult move.. my brakes were wet..
The two rubbers had a tough time rubbing each other to come to a complete stop.

I took of my helmet to find another motorist sharing the same fate with me..
I looked awhile and realised he was soaked like a cookie in a milk. He didn't have a raincoat..
We exchanged smiles and shared a cigarette.

Any man with a cigarette between his fingers 
with 
another gentleman who smokes 
regardless age, race or background
automatically becomes
friends.

He looked like he was in his 30's, married. (he told me, part of the conversation)
so we spoke about the rain and accidents that happens around Malaysia and his personal experience getting into one.
I asked him if he got into an accident before..
He laughed, then sucked the life out of the cigarette as the droplets of water vaporized and sang along with the cold breeze of the wind as it changed lanes..
He showed me a scar on his chest near his left collar bones.
It ran long side his shoulders all the way to his back..
I was shocked..but i knew there's a story for my blog.

He told me, that he was speeding in the rain rushing to the hospital to see his wife who was going to give life to the world.. and he can't afford a car so he rode a bike.
His heart raced faster than him that day to the hospital.
He was lighted up telling me the story.. I interrupted him ' laki ke pempuan bang? '
"Hahahah..(then he smiled)" there wasn't an answer.

He storied me that he was pinned by a taxi that was coming from the other side of the road.
I reconfirmed with him.
"Kete dari opposite lane ke bang? "
He nodded as the wind grew strong and the clouds cried harder.

I asked him how did that happen? How was it possible? Wasn't there a divider?

He said, screw the divider " itu divider, satu lancau pun takde guna "
" tak tau la bang, saye bukak mata je, jumpe radiator taxi kat tepi muke saye..
ramai orang jerit jerit entah ape la.. nak bangun tapi tak boleh.. "

He then told me, after a few minutes coming back to consciousness, at that very moment, he realised that he was pinned into another car that was upside down and his bike's accelerator handle (which is on the right side) pierced into his shoulders from the back penetrating through out, to the front and he couldn't feel his whole left side arm.. (you get the picture)

He bleed a whole one hour before the fire brigade arrived to cut the metal sheets of the car to get him out. People were everywhere he said. pulling and holding the door he was crushed in. Few gave him water and read words of prayers telling him to hold on.
" Bang, awak tau tak.. tak kira bangsa atau agama.. semua orang tolong saye.. India adah, Cina adah.. HAhahaha Iban pun mukin adah.. Itu baru 1 Malaysia.. bukan jerit BN BN BN atau PKR PKR saje.. "

I laughed as i took out another Marlboro Light.. lite it up and waited for the twist in his story.
I asked impatiently.. then what happened?
He said he was out in the news..
I was shocked.. "Biar betul bang?"
"Betul laa bang" he replied with a smile his fingers reached out for my lighter.

"Tapi bang, Saye tak boleh lupa hari tu.. sakit ati isteri saya.. Bayi tu mati lepas keluar.. 
3 ari kat hospital besar Klang baru saye jumpe isteri saye.. Ingat die nangis tengok saye..rupanye nangis pasal bayi tu tak jadi.."

I didn't know whether to say sorry or keep quite..
I was in awkward silence..

Then he told me with a smile " report polis adeh tulis, saya mati lima belas minit 1903 hingga 1918 sebelum buka mata balik.. Polis confirm saye dah meningal lepas check nadi 3kali..
HAHAhahaha "

For the fucking cold wind that was playing catch. i was terrified.. My mind spoke out loud into my ears.. this guy could be dead.. i froze. A highway out of no where..Just one guy waiting under the bridge? How come just 1 damn guy? Questions filled my mind. Am i talking to a dead person? then i told myself to shut up.. because i don't believe in that kind of stuff.. but it was tragic to know his story..

Then he continued "Bang, saye pun tak boleh percaya..tapi lepas 1bulan.. i jumpe report isteri saye masa die kat hospital.. Report tu adeh tulis.. bayi tu mati pada pukul 1918"

And he smiled sadly.


It's for you to add up the rest of the story.


fin.



















May 28, 2012

The way i see it..

Yess, it's been some time and now i'm back.

i live at the border of the capital of Malaysia. 20 minutes away from Kuala Lumpur City Center (KLCC) the two towers. There are alot of unresolved issues happening in Malaysia. First and foremost, this post maybe boring to some..but it will educate you in someway..and yess, this will be a long post.

Secondly, Malaysia's government is being over thrown by the oppositions and are supported by thousands of unhappy Malaysians. *depends if the government allows them to win la..*

The way i see it

If the opposition wins.. the people will still complain because Malaysians are skeptical. You can make changes to Malaysia but not the people.. We here are buttered unevenly and i don't think they (the opposition if they win) can change Malaysia because we make up the country not the government. *Everybody wants to be a politician when it comes to 'how to rule?'* On the other hand, i would like to see effective changes rather than knowing how is the Malaysian government spending our taxes.. If the Prime Minister thinks the opposition can do a better job, then he should step down to allow them to prove it.. because it's for the greater good for our people unless if you're power hungry..this is just my personal point of view la..

I will leave politics to politicians and votes to concern Malaysians.

And then comes a young Indian girl in her twenties, throwing posts on Facebook about people of a selected caste and how she is brought up by her family according to her caste. She also mentions how "HER" people are better. She basically pist off almost the whole Indian community in Malaysia. and there were few supporting her.
and therefor, she became viral.


The effect, alot of talks about caste lately. Hundreds of Indians posting and tweeting in anger about her statements on social media and how she delivered the message. One started an Anti page of her and another made a parody video a.k.a Vlog *video blogging* that suppose to be funny and educational at the same time. *i guess*

A fraction of the concern community comments with rotating points while the others (that i think just took up English classes) posts angrily in broken English. The wise however, keeps their conversations in a mamak over a teh tarik.

The way i see it

Starting up an Anti page on Facebook is a great way to calculate the number of Indians in Malaysia.
- They can collect your information
- Track your movements because you keep telling the world for no damn reason where you're at, so they can rob your house when you are away or rape your siblings
- it may or may not be a government project

Anywayyyyy,
After few heated arguments with my good friend on this matter. He explained things he read, heard and was taught about as he grew up. As a Tamil schooled boy, he understood how restrictions and superstitious work in the Indian religion. He tells me that everything that a person does for example yoga or meditation has a scientific explanation. Also When building a temple.. this picture may explain if you don't get it.



and then we reached the topic of caste. I told him that to hell with caste and religion.. Two things that separated men. He agreed and he told me a proverb told by Mahatma Gandhi

" God has no religion "

We talked about this girl and her allegations on the social media. And so he told me a story that made me come to writing this post today. He told me that the caste infiltrated the system thru the job people did long time ago. Example: A farmer, a priest, a warrior, a shaman and even an outcast has a caste respectively. These jobs for these people never change, it runs for generations to generations. If a lady is a prostitute then her daughter will be one too. Yes, i know it's hard to believe but it's true.. and i bet some of you are already asking what if she has a boy instead of a girl.. Well..i don't know.. He might become a 'Bapak Ayam' or something.. no idea.

Now, don't get confused. That's just the caste part of the story. This was what he was taught in school, 3 brothers ruled 3 different Tamil speaking land. These people spoke Tamil in these lands but they have different slang's (accent). The people who lived along side of the mountain are known as Malayali s'.
The people who lived on the southeastern coast of India are known as Telugu people and the people on the 3rd land are known as Tamilans.

The Malayali's spoke Malayalam, the Telugu people spoke Telugu and the Tamilans spoke Tamil.  Sanskrit was added in Telugu so it's a lil harder to understand than the other two. Now, coming back to the story.

Tamilans divided themselves with the caste system, calling names to what job they do. Do you know that 'dobi' is a caste. Guess what do this people do? yes.. their work is to wash cloths.

Malayali's and Telugu people have also divided themselves according to the job they do, generation after generation.

So now... there is no need to discriminate one another saying who is in a better caste. This is just a system to divide people from unity. It is the job that the people did long long time ago. Some still follow this caste system when they get married now. i don't see why should they? Everyone is equal. How can an invisible word get a hold of you??

Conclusion,
Leave everything aside and see another person as your friend.
We never ask anyone what caste or how much money they have to become friends..
The way i see it, many of us need to change the way we think about others.
Caste is a thing of the past, we now have good education and knowledge equally for everyone..
Don't let these small things stop you in your track.

Caste is something we are given unwillingly when we are born and i''m not gonna wear this tag..i'm not proud of it. it's for the weak to step on others..and keep them divided.


Even a king will bleed if he gets a paper cut.



Sep 1, 2011

Chocolate Cake


  • In the Hall..
*yawns*

[sitting on the couch lazyly...]

*Click*

(Get down! It's gonna BLOW!!!)

*bzzz*

(The weather is looking much better today from..)

*bzzz*

(*Laughters* That's all Folks, till nex..)

*Bzzzzzzzzupp*

[throws controller aside]

*Giggling sounds coming from the kitchen*

  • In the Kitchen..
Amrisha, don't put your finger there, u'll mess it up... Mie look at her...

Listen to your brother Isha... *grabbing the plates from inside the cupboard*

Noo mie.. i jus looking oni...

[Small foot steps running from the kitchen towards the couch]

Pa, here....i got chocolate on my finger..

Yummmm....come here... *licks* Does ur mum knows??

Nope.. Heeheheheeeee...

Thats my lil cookie...

[brother peeks from kitchen]

Miee!! Mieeee!!!.... Amrisha giving appa chocolate....

NO0000!! Mie....nooo...
Shhhh..... *putting her small pointy finger on lips* Appa, dun tell mummy ahh...

Hmmmm...i'll think about it... if...

[*Muuuaaaahhh!!!* holds his chin, turns it and kisses on his left cheek]

*Smiles...*

*Ammmrriiisssshhhhaaa.... Come hereeee....*

(whispering) Achochoo.....pa, mummy calling...how now??

Come...
*Carries lil Amrisha on his shoulder walking towards the kitchen*

Who calls for my lil princess??

Did you put your finger into the chocolate for the CAKE??
*hands on hips breathing out*

Yess mummy yess, i saw her...

Wait Haresh...i'm asking your sister, not you...

Nooo mummy...i dunno... *duin her lil dunno face with her shoulders up gesture*

Then why appa's mouth got chocolate Isha, you lying to mummy ahh?

Achhoooo appa...wipe ur mouth... (whispering) you getting us caught
*she wipes his mouth with her little hands*

(whispering back) clean edi ahh?

yess pa... *shaking her head top to bottom cutely*

Well, it's not her fault... *winks at Amrisha*
i was feeling hungry and bored...
then my lil girl came running with her chocolate dipped finger..
how can i resist that...?

NO chocolate cake for both of you...
only for Haresh and me..

[Amrisha's smile fades]

(Looking at Amrisha's frown, Haresh whispers behind his moms back)
Don't worry, i'll get you some..
*smiles at his lil sister*

Fine...i'll take her to an ice-cream parlor filled with ice-cream
just me and Amrisha...and if Haresh is lucky, he may get some..

(tongue's out at her mum)

Don't you show your tongue to me young lady..
Bie, she's just 5years old and she shows her tongue to me..

Hahahahahaaaa.....alright alright...
Isha, tell mummy your sorry and give her a kiss..

No, i don't want her kiss...

Ishaa...go on...go hug mummy...

*stands very cutely on the kitchen's counter with her hands open for a hug*
Mie...sorry mie...*open closes her fingers for a hug*

Haachooo...how can i be angry with you when you smile like that?
*grabs and hugs her daughter with a hearty smile*

Okay, group hug...that means you too Haresh...Come here..

Okay...everyone out..
i need to finish this cake before my sister gets here..

okay guys lets go...let your mom finish her chocolate cake..
who's up for a game of snakes and ladders...
*walking towards the living room*

Mee..Me...
Meee..Meee...
*shouts both kids with their hands up high*

*Amrisha runs back to her mum, back into the kitchen*
Mie..i'm sorry you know..and i luff you so much..

*Her mum smiles away*
i love you too sweetheart
*Muuuaaaahhh*


Inspired by,
A lil girl from a typical Indian family of today's time

Aug 23, 2011

Take One..



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new posts...
Waste your time and mine
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no joke..
*Giggles*

Sincerely yours,
Inker

May 6, 2011

..Connection..



i wanted to title this post as distance but
..Connection..
sounded comforting....
reasonable...

- Spaced yet still in Love -


There's a saying...

" Absence makes the heart grow fonder "
well....
it also makes you feel alot more lonely...

A friend told me:
" All, a person wants is someone
to be there, to hold them close
and
tell em' that
" everything is fine "

Now, no one belief craps
like touch your heart and you will feel me or
close your eyes and you'll see me.....
please.......use Skype

If you don't know how to use Skype....
you might as well be blind too... "


- Love at a distance -

Hard part:
waiting...
at some point...you might wanna end it...
but then, thinking about what made you wait so long...
will make you wait even longer..

The problem:
either one of the involved will feel that,
the other is not putting enough effort to keep
the flames alive and dancing...
but
they always forget that BOTH are fighting
this mental war and both are on the same side...

' Long Distance Relationships
are always at war
against
patience and distance '
as you can see
distance have already infiltrated
the quote...

What i think.........'out loud'...:
Everyone forgets that the heart is just an icon....
a symbol....of love... thats all...
the chemistry comes from all the way up there...
the brain...

As far as i know...
the ' love feeling '...
has nothing to do with the heart...
Everything works up there..
The brain lies to you and puts the blame on the heart...
the heart that knows nothing but to only keeping you alive by pumping..

....and please....

no one feels with their heart...
so don't say " you hurt me " *hands close to chest* ------> (Bullshit)

Have you felt a strong jolt in your heart before??
when you're down & hurt.....a heart grabbing feeling...?
well, you shouldn't...thats not love failure my friend...
thats a stroke.. =)

Alright...
Here is something to think off...
you may love the person on the other side of the phone
or a Skype call...
How sure are you when you are with the person,
it's gonna be the same?

My mum knew a couple that fell deeply love with each other...
A few months in a relationship, the guy got an offer to work
overseas...
they kept in touch for eight solid years..
building castles in the sky together and when the time came..
they got married....and soon..
their sky castles got blown away...
they only lasted 5months before they got a legal divorce..

Their reasons for doing so....
Her point: He had habits she could't stand...
His point: She is a total control freak... =)

yes, it could be 1 out of a hundred couple....
it may also be a bad example....
but think...this actually happened...
plus, we are living in the 20th century...
Sincerity is the BIG question...

Concluding:

Falling in love or keeping it alive
is not
the heart of
a relationship
of any kind...

"Accepting the person"
of any kind
is the heart of a relationship..

Inspired by,
Iyeswary Sugumaran

May 4, 2011

Clean Underwear...


Yes....smile as you read this title;
as you go on further....
you will realize how serious..
" Clean Underwear " gets....

As a start,
All my clean underwear were my mum's hard work...

She is not a house wife...
She is a Head Clerk of a private company...
20years and still in service,
handles all the accounts and finance for the company..
Mum is the updated system of the company plus
she knows every file and every information in that file that makes this company tick...

I know all this because, i spent all my time growing up visiting her office every Saturdays.
It's the only time when i get in her working hours (way)
because Monday to Friday...i was sent (like many other children) to a caring family that takes care of us when i our parents goes to work...
[Baby Sitting Home]

Owwhh...both my parents work...

My dad, he's never home;
He comes home when i'm asleep
and leaves to work before i'm awake...

Many people don't know this...
but there has been and always will be a unit that travels into the woods,
tracing electrical cables...(ensuring it's continuity)
15 days in the heavy dark jungle and 15 days home...
Thats why i don't see him much at home...
He was, a part of this unit...not any more...

Anyway,

Besides the company...
Mum had us...
She was either occupied by workload or us-load...
because my brother and i rocked the house as we grew up...

We broke mirrors...and light bulbs...
heat up telephone bills...
go missing for few hours...
piss off the neighbours...and all kind of crazy stuff...

We fought alot too...

Mum was the Judge and the Jury...wasn't fair thou...i always had to give in, for i was the eldest..
i use to get real mad at her...

All that went away, when i was chosen for the Malaysian National Service...
Mum was sad...i had to leave her for 3 solid months...but she didn't show..
She packed all my cloths for me...including my 'clean underwear'...
She always said that, no matter how successful i am or how famous i become...
She will be the only one who reminds me of carrying extra clean underwear wherever and when ever i travel... We laughed about it...but i knew she was worried about me....

On that day when i had to leave to camp, i realised her sadness in her unsteady tone when she said goodbye as my bus engine roared behind me...
the tightest hug and the saddest tears rolled down her cheeks...
i on the other end, swallowed all sorrow and pain down my throat as i turn and walked towards my bus...

i was mentally and physically challenged by the boys in camp....
One and a half months in the camp were a dark marker shaded in my memory...
Alot of unexpected things happened to me...i grit my teeth and stayed with bits and pieces of sanity that was left in me... i missed her dearly...

One fine day, i cracked...
i took on 13 of them whom were in my ' Must Kill List '.... and i got home with a black eye and bruises all over my body...
Mum drowned in tears to see me in such condition....

i'm jumping out of points here but the sad truth was....

my brother and i made mum cry alot... We hurt her feelings in so many different ways....especially with words and rebellious actions..

I realised that my mum doesn't have a breaking point....only level of limits...
No matter how bad we treated her...her love on us never once fluttered...
i learned the meaning of unconditional love...

To think of it, she cooks, cleans, loves and care for us so much that she doesn't even have a hobby....

She knows i'm embarrassed when i hear her say this phrase
" Mummy's lil boy "

but you know what? i'm her lil boy...and i'm proud of it...and i'm proud of her...
She is the reason for who i am today...
She is my knight and shining armor...

I could always wake up some day losing the love of my life or my job...
but not her unconditional love..

i love her so much....


The funny truth why i took on 13 of them was because
they scissored all my ' clean underwear ' =P