You know, when I heard those fireworks crackling, I remembered I lighted up one of those rockets. It flew off to the sky. My sister went off nagging that she was upset about me lighting one of those rockets. I think she didn’t get a turn to light one up. But yeah, it went on annoying and I fired it literally right on face. Luckily it didn’t hit her. Haha. Well it was to make her shut up. She was like “WOAH!” and yeah, I was dead for that reason. Do remember boys don’t do the talk, they “will” do something to make you “stop” talking. Boys will be boys.
Today, I don’t play those stuff anymore. And those kids don’t play them much either when it was back then. Yeah, really.
I sat around on the corner seeing kids playing around in the morning of first day of Raya. I saw one of those empty envelopes of “Duit Raya” or gifts containing money on them, lying on the floor and saw the kids were running so cherished because he collected lots of them. This year, is different than last year. Though it’s a bit quiet, had much joy and time with my family. I didn’t get those duit raya anyways. Haha.
It came to my curiosity when old pops came asking me “What do you work as?” and I was like, “Nah I don’t work. Still studying.” There was even a question, “What’s your rank, soldier?” That guy really thought I was in the real army. Okay, you'll be seeing one in the future.
When we think of Raya, when we kept thinking of it over and over again, we would imagine what would happen in the following years to come. Will we still celebrate them with our family?
Will there still be kids yelling with joy playing firecrackers? Would we still be the same by next year? These are some of the questions that I asked myself.
This year marks my last of Raya as a school kid. "Dia masih bersekolah lagi." meaning he still goes to school. They don't give a damn about where do you go to school until they asked. You're still a school kid. But so far no one called me a school kid. Weird. haha.
Today, I shall bade goodbye to my memories, as they are now the remnants of myself. I may no see some of them, they might not see me, you might not see me either, for the next time to come.
It's funny to see people had a common dream, to succeed in SPM, A-Levels, O-Levels, IB and everything. But eventually, they would get into different paths, following which way they would go.
I breathe calmly, not to think of anything that would make my mind into a busy mode. But I could not. It would be wonderful if we are carefree, free from trouble minds and damn papers. Today, I'll try not to write as poetic as I would usually do, even if I love to.
From now on, my blog will be simple as possible it would be. Suiting the title, of course.
I have read of other people's facebook, twitter and stuff. I see how bonding are other people, how they missed their friends even if they are far away from their loved ones, family, friends and everyone. So there it is, the messages, the posts, the status with the likes. And likes. Yeah, Like it.
But what would happen in the next 20 to 30 years? Will they still remember each other?
What if they forget? Will the bond they use to have grew weaker?
You say, maybe this is a worry where we should forget for the time being. But we didn't know where this would take us in the following years.
But we have to realize, "When there's a beginning, there's an end."
Take care, for now. These are all the things I could tell and write. :)
Asyraf Amir. 2011.
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