My bag and i, past and present

I have had this big black rectangular shaped shoulder bag i got as i enrolled university some time ago. It has one big compartment and another smaller one with the university’s name and logo printed in white in front of it. The figure was big enough that when i put the cord right on my shoulder, the bottom part of the bag could reach my knee. Not that i was too small figured, but it was huge. Lots of students treated the bag in daily basis as like a trademark of being a fresh undergraduate student and being proud of it, or simply don’t have enough money to buy a new one (this was one of my case).

I put as much thing as i could in the bag; books, notes, umbrella, spare pair of socks, toothbrush, lab coat, plain water, telekung. It became really awkward to walk off without it. I was appended to the big black bag until i passed the first year and i got a bigger locker of my own, right down the library hall. The bag went too worn out and students who still utilized it dropped to only a few.

Walking around campus, it was a surprise to see how many female students i found carrying their books and belongings in the very same tote bag and laid such significant emphasis on handbags. Although there is such a wide variety for people to choose from, i was lucky enough that in the chemistry course i was in, style and fashion were not the most concern. So, after the big black bag season, all i could remember i only have one free green Earth Day bag and another black bag with cute lion printed given by Lang the Vietnamese guy (i missed u pal!). Both were made of loom woven cotton with fringed bottom corners. Too bad it is now far from my knowledge of where the bags are.

The memory of the bags flew in when i brushed my teeth this morning. Even that i don’t know what is the correlation between the bag and my teeth, but i do feel like i am the big black bag. Worn out and forgotten. Period.

Once upon a time..

Someone told me, a long time ago, "wise man only comes once"
..but i don't believe her.










Now i do believe her.
..but i believe all those man are already taken too.

Call me "Peanut" if you like

7:25 pm, the past day. I was on my way home from work whilst i listen to the DJ radio telltale of a kitten and peanut butter. At the outset, i thought it was about a kitten who loves peanut butter, but it turned out that at some place on earth, a little kitten was stuck in a peanut butter jar on it’s head. A man who came across the kitten tried to chase him, to help him out of the jar, but the kitten ran away of fear. Only that 19 days (nineteen days!) after that, the same man saw the same kitten, merely this time he managed to catch him. After he released the poor little kitten from the jar, he decided to keep him and call him Survivor (I will call him Peanut, if i were the man)

On my second thought, i imagine someone is really playing tricks to call me like Peanut somehow. She asked me last week “it is hard to live in Malaysia; discriminations, bureaucracies, small incomes.. why do you still want to reside here?” What could she see if she left the country for so long? What could she knew about being around the people who loves her and feel completely at ease? I am not the one who scatter away if the going gets tough. I love my country, and i love being one with it.

I believe Peanut (a.k.a Survivor) was just playing astronaut, which was the single stretch he felt great about himself. Yes, for a damn 19 days!