The Babbling Bleating Old Man

Ali, Ah Chong and Raju are neighbours. Their friendship started at the moment of birth - minus Raju of course, since he is the oldest among the trio. They would do almost anything together from daily evening park strolls (before Ali performs his Maghrib prayers) to sharing ice-creams bought from Pak Cik Atan’s grocery shop.

How things has changed…

After primary education, Ali was offered a place in one of the boarding schools. Meantime, Ah Chong and Raju continued studying  at one of the local secondary schools.

Time passes like a blink of the eye…

They completed secondary schooling. Yet, their roads, are pretty diverged. Ah Chong finished his run with aplomb. Ali did not do too well. However, Ah Chong and Ali managed to secure scholarships. God did not forbid, they were placed in the same university in the overseas. Raju results were about the similar to Ali’s. But he was not as lucky…

How fast time passed again…(let’s leave Raju aside for now)

Though Ah Chong and Ali are in the same varsity, things aren’t the same, as it used to be. The warmth they shared before, is no longer the same. The hard-rocking fact, is that Ah Chong is in the outcast portion of the whole pie. Both Ali and Ah Chong should be a same entity, but different educational upbringings had created a valley of division. The comfortable zone, is just too comfty to be left behind.

Will the entity form one day? I really hope it does - no matter it starts from Ali, Ah Chong or Raju. I dare not believe, but I really hope… 

What I am expecting
This, I never know
It’s a strange world
and I still know a little

I thought all night
On the unknown
I tried waking up
now I don’t remember it

Dreams of unexplained puzzles
in this world of crazy lies
I live in this intense foolishness
I’m really incapable, of this magic

One Ten Hundred Thousands
It is raised and it moved
How many are there
I don’t know

So I’ll just live for this moment
And ask if it is decided for me
Now I’m still in daze
Not knowing, what that was wanted.

Back in Christchurch.

And it is my 295th day in the City of Gardens.

Everything has settled down. The new accommodation just fits the bill, perfectly. Enrolment, daily dinners, bla bla bla, etc, all done. Here I am now, really bored, fiddling around with Michaelangelo (He is my beloved notebook, in case you didn’t know).

It was my first Chinese New Year away from home. Well, it was not as bad as I first thought. We chinese scholars had our reunion dinner over here, in the City of Gardens. We had Yee Sang, Lo Hon-styled Mushroom, Roast Chicken, Curry, Tong Yun etc. I played my part too, by cooking 4 pots of rice… yeah… I’ll get the celebration photos uploaded, soon.

Nothing extra ordinary in this 2 weeks back in Christchurch minus the Chinese New Year celebration - Monopoly nights, PES, movies. Classes resume next week. Here I go again… T-a-D-a-D-a  

I’m about to leave for New Zealand again in a few hours time. These 94 days back home, will be one the times I will cherish most thus far in my life.

It kicked-off with my practical work in a tray-processing company which lasted for 6 weeks, 6 eye-opening weeks. Within the same period, it was great to meet up with pals from secondary school life again. I do have to admit that many things weren’t the same as it was when we were back in school, time really pushed us apart. Everyone changed at least a little, including myself. And yeah, how can I forget the two grannies who greeted my return with a cake . Thank you. And yeah… the granny who I helped reformatting her laptop, you still owe me lunch Sunway people… no comments on you people, all of you are still the same - minus the few I did not have the opportunity to meet - Uncle Panda and Rachel.

Never I felt so attached to my family before. Maybe it was due to the distance that separated us for 10-long-months. I can see age is catching up with them and the cycle of life which is shifting phase. All my grandparents are no longer here. My parents are in their 50s, I am about to hit 20. My 7 years younger brother’s height is on par with me now, darn. I will expect a lot of red samans in my mailbox or e-mail in 5 to 7 years time

Gonna miss my family
Gonna miss Miss Oinky
Gonna miss my friends, whether remaining in Malaysia or heading or already headed overseas

But life has to move on right?
I have a prophecy to fulfil.

Look to the sky, lift my spirits set it free
Someday I will walk tall with pride
Son of Man in time I’ll be

Good bye Malaysia, here I come again Christchurch. Game on.

Sorry Michael Buble… I just have to do this…

I don’t wanna go home

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
I don’t wanna go home… (hmmm…)

Here I am surrounded by
A million people I
Then I will feel all alone
I don’t wanna go home
I will miss you, you know…

I’ll send all the letters I write to you
Each line or two
I just ate my roti, how are you?
I’ll send them but I know it’s not enough
My words are cold and flat
You deserve more than that….

Another MAS plane
Another teary Sunday
I’m lucky I know
I don’t wanna go home
But I gotta go home

Let me go home
I’ll just be too far from where you are
I don’t wanna go home

I’ll be living someone’s life
I have to step outside
To make things go right
I really hope everything could come with me

But these are my dreams, you gotta believe in me…

Another winter day
Will come and go away
In Paris or Rome
I don’t wanna go home…

Let me go home…

Here I am surrounded by
A million people I
Then I will feel all alone
I don’t wanna go home
I will miss you, you know…

Let me go home…
I will have my run…
When I’m done…
I’ll come home…

Let me go home…
I hope it will be alright…
I promise to be home next night…
I will come back home…