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!
2 comments:
It's good to be in love.
I believe u.
I know. Heartwise, i just need someone who finally makes me feel at home :)
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