Sunday, August 16, 2009
I remember the day when i was a baby. I witness most of the kampung (Village) life with my family, the hardship that we when through..encounting the rain droplets in my parents room. My mom was combing her hair and my dad was just came back from work. I was helpless, i'm very sure that i was few months old and the visual was still fresh in my mind now. Even my mom couldnt believe me when i told her i know how the surrounding looks like.
Well, i had prove her wrong... i told her that the enterance of the bedroom was on my left side and a small classical wardrobe with a mirror, where she comb her hair was located at the right side of mine. Somewhere behind her, where the rain droplets gets into our room. When my parents notice that our room were slowly occupied with little much water droplets, he went out to take a red pale and place it there. So that our room wont get wet and mess all over in our room. Then, i was blackout... cant really remember what's happening next..
There was another incident i can remember... i was crawling around in my living room that time.. I saw my mum was busy walking around in that house. Wondering what was she doing that good afternoon. I can still remember the fresh air of that kampung days. After awhile, the early afternoon are getting abit more darker. I craw and look up to the cloud. Observing how miracle that colour of the cloud could change from happy and shinny weather into a sad and scary one.
My mum was running after her clothes that she intend to dry up after washing them. But its not like what our generation can image, to compare my early days. Well, yeah.. just imagine that those days.. they actually hang up their clothes about 10 feet far from their house. Just to keep those clothes dry abit more faster. With two wooden poles standing straight from the ground branches wide up at the top and about 4 to 6 rows of the strong string attached from one point to the end. It's about 3 to 4 meters long with all those clothes on it. Well, i'm lucky enough to witness all those in my early stage.
If you think that all those stories are making up by myself and it's totally not possiblefor a little boy who cant speak very much or watsoever...i'm surely gonna deny that. Even i myself couldnt believe how i did that at the beginning,but i'm sure... only one thing that explains alot about me.
I'm just being an observant...
I love to think and relates all possiblities to guide my own world, my path. There's nothing possible in this world, only we have the power of a right choice to continue our life. Only we, have the will power to put our pride on our own journey. That is why, people always say"Live life only once"...So, take a good chance for that.. make a change for the better. Be truth to others. Defend the truth, so the evil shall fall. Walk tall, as if you had done proud to the world. Respect the world, the people around you..and as if, you deserve that respect in return. Pay more attention to those who needs you, not to the one who trying to fall you apart (eventhough you have to pay more attention to these guys, actually) .
But, watever it is... there's no greater human being in this earth. We are just sharing a place for living.. So, appreciate it. And be thankfull...
This.... is the beginning of a life of "7redthinker"...
Sharing with you the beauty and the hardship of my life......
