Thursday, August 24, 2006

Mood: Bonda Ku Sanjung, Ayah Ku Agung - 2D

I know what i've said in the last entry but I'm gonna make an exception. Just for my dearest mum. This is specially for her.

14 years ago, when i was 9, i used to wake up at 530 in the morning everyday. Just to accompany my mum to her work place. She used to have this canteen she shared with grandma at a factory somewhere near Marsiling. Being the caring mum that she is, she don't expect me to wake up so early and to follow her. But other then thinking of the small sum of money i would get without fail, my heart ached knowing that she have to start work so early in the morning, alone. Sometimes when i was just so lazy to wake up, she would tell me that she just want my company for that morning. And i would feel obligated to wake up. And so we will wait for bus 370 every morning together.

I used to help her cook large quantities of fried eggs or telur mata lembu. And also the curry puffs. Amid getting scalded by the boiling oil, i find doing all that fun (i guess that explains my liking to cooking.hah!). And when that's all done, i would sleep after that. Haha. Used to carry the pails full of dirty plates back to the washing area with my arwah yayi. Always wanted to help out washing the plates but got a tongue lashing from my mum. She said she doesn't want me to have dried skins like her's. Instead all i got to do was to wipe the plates dry. How boring. And so i would sulk just like any small kid. Friday was the day i'm always looking forward to. 'Cause that's the day when they would clean the entire canteen. I would carry the extremely heavy but powerful water hose and "shoot" at the birds nearby. Haha. And slide just like Iceman on the slippery and soapy floor. And landed quite a number of time on my behind. *Ouch*

Oh yeah. How can i forget. That was also the time that i somehow hone my goalkeeping skills. I will always go the the back alley and with a ball in hand, tried kicking as hard as possible against the wall. And i would try to save it. Just like in a normal match. And so i was the 'keeper, striker, referee and also the commentator. All in one. On the concrete floor. Haha. And i would go to the female toilet (i was 9 ok!) and start reading all the old newspaper, some even dated way back to the late '80s. That explains why i'm so addicted to the NewPaper. And when i went to the 2nd floor to play my Tamiya car all by myself.

Hardly a tribute to mum? Read on.

Then it hit me today. That mum, my beloved mum have been working so hard just to allow me and my sis a normal and happy childhood. We didn't come from a well-to-do family yet i really had a great time growing up. How mum would instil in us that we have to study real hard. That she doesn't wants us to have low education like her (not that she didn't want to study but she had to give way to her brother. They were from a big family you see and money was very hard to come by back then). How she scrimped her money. Just to pay for the rather expensive tuition fees. Just so we would get the best of education. How worried she was when i had a deep cut on my hand when i was 7. How she always give me the chicken wing when it is her favourite. How she would always cooked for me my sambal udang when i got back from school. How she would get for me everything that i wanted (with me not realising that money don't simply drop from the sky).

And a very hilarious moment. I was 6 that time, still using those baby bottle to drink. One day i was laying on her lap sucking my bottle. No matter how she asked me to stop drinking from the bottle, i still wouldn't give up the habit. So suddenly she hug me real tight. And ask my sis to grab the bottle and throw it down the rubbish chute. I tell you. I cried like hell. Funny how i can still remember that so vividly. And how i was 4, was in tadika class. It was the end of school and mum was fetching me back home. Then as we were at the traffic light waiting for the ever famous "green man", i felt something ticklish oozing down my pants. Then i realised i just let go of you-know-what (my stomach was really in pain but i didn't tell anyone. Heh). Then i gently pulled my mum's hand and show her what's coming out from my pants. Haha. Mum sure had the biggest shock of her life. Luckily our house was nearby.

I can never forgive myself for all the hurt i've caused to her during my teenage years. I've not only made her worried, yet even allowed her to cry in front of me. I was a havoc and rebellious teenager and her advices just fell on deaf ears. I hate myself for doing all the stupid things back then.

Yet now at the matured age of 23, i've promised myself. That i'm never gonna make my mum worried about me ever again. I'm gonna be the good, filial son that she has been praying for ever since i wasn't even born. I'm gonna take good care of her 'till she grow old. That's the least i can do after all the things she have done for me. That's why i can't wait to start my career. I wanna provide for her. I don't wanna her to work again. She's already old. She deserved to have her rest now. Arrghh NS. Phfftt. But it's good to see the smiles on her face whenever i follow her to the mosque. People have been giving me names eversince i was young. "Mummy's boy la..", "Tido bawah ketiak mak laaa..". I don't care seriously. Heh. She's the best i could ever have in this world. Ever.

So with tears in my eyes, i just wanna say..

I love you mak.

Mister Turtle urge you to join the mutant war!!!
11:30 PM