ada apa dengan mir? (I)

I walked into the rain that night armoured with a copy of Kosmo above my head, the only umbrella surrendered gallantly to the only lady among us. After a meagre distance the dryness of the paper withered away like my restraint. Thus i flung away the soggy melch that was the newspaper and ran. Ran to the locally-assembled car. Let it be. A wet sprint at Dataran Merdeka at night time. ( with a Japanese guy learning Bahasa Melayu hot at my heels) (oh, no, not with a katana with intentions to severe my head) ( how far have we come from that year that was 1942?) Post-listening to patriotic poems about Merdeka by greats the likes of A Samad Said and such, only to remember a recitation of Kob Baju Kot, by Sabri Yunus. Such liberation.

wasn't it romantic? You beautiful gorgeousness you.

you know i love you, babe.

I love you too.

Too bad we're not attracted to each other.

Yeah, too bad.

The Lover of Many Things

What do you hate most?

Heat. Crows. Homework. House Lizards in Jars of Formalin. Watching Accumulated Saliva Drip from a Downward-pointing Trumpet. The Smell of Chickens Cooped in Cages Ready for Slaughter. Posers. Poyo-ness. Waiting. A Pimple. So-called Religious People Who Thinks They Are Holier-Than-Thou. Exclusivity When You’re Excluded. Zara Salesgirls Who Thinks They Own the Clothing Line. Unanswered calls. Uncertainty. Lack of Choice. The Truth About Yourself. Ownership. A lie.

What do you love most?

Many (things).

How ironic it is that we use one word to represent more than one.

How we are able to pin point what we loathe, but cannot identify what we love.

The Hater of Specific Things. The Lover of the General.