Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Once In The Baby Bottles Time




Can you remember when the time you stops using bottles? I just remember about 1 month ago about how and why I stop using bottles haha. When exactly I can’t really remember but I can still know why I stop using it. Maybe I can call it, my first breakthrough haha.

Well I can’t recall the age that I still using, perhaps about 4-5 years old, which I still stay at berkely restaurant above. I use to ask my mother to mix chocolate drinks in bottle, my favorite ways of drinking milo. Almost every night I will shout,” mama!! Wua Ai Milo!!” (I want milo!) And by the way, “MILO” is our Malaysian own chocolate drinks

I stop using bottles when I can’t find it; my mother said to me that it was lost. It didn’t bother me much because that is the face of life, I trying to grow up and act like a grown man who I want to become. That’s is when I start using mugs to drink my daily supper MILO and not long after I start to dip it biscuit which is so nice combination.



After about a year, my mother was cleaning the back stairs which lead to the back alley, and she found my favorite bottles, the rat actually stole my bottle, shit and bite all over it. The feeling was “Oh how can I forgotten about you (my bottles)” But I just smile and said to my mother, never mind is okay.. I am using mugs now.
To my dear bottles which blue in colour if I not mistaken. We have happy times together, I felt sad a little bit when you disappear but I thought to myself, I be alright without you. When I found you again, I smile again, but it is time to really let you go. I will miss you my blue bottles and I don’t know why the stupid rat want to kidnap you? But again perhaps this is my first breakthrough from God.

Ps: this look almost like my dear bottles :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My childhoon thoughts about “old”

hmm…. Let me recall and tell you a true story about me. David(me) once upon a time which only 5 or 7 years old boy. I always being a crybaby kid and think a lot about getting old, not for me but mostly to my mom and dad.
I love my parents. And i am very close to my mom and she always chat with me and i love to ask stupid question and funny one, which make me laugh out loud whenever my mom answer me with stupid answer too haha, especially "where babys come from".. ahemm hahah.
My childhood is quite interesting for me to know, or interesting enough. So i watch alot of movies, from horror to drama. So i can proudly say, now have none of the horror movie can haunt me now. So that one question always in my mind during my childhood, about getting old one day and pass on.. like what in the movie showing. And the sign of getting old is white hair… and the worse is my mom always ask me to get rid of her white hair… soo means she is getting old and she will pass away in time..
I don know what to do…. all i do is cry when on one is seeing. I cry everyday and every 7pm or 8pm. I choose that time because it is the most quiet and the only time i can go into the dark room and cry to myself because i don know what to do… i being crying to myself in a long long time almost everyday in few months.
And one day.. both of my sister realized, maybe because i cry to loud or maybe i being crying almost everyday in a same time in the room. So my sisters ask me,, when i cry? i just answer.." I don wanna mom to die….(sob loudly). they wanted for me to stop and comfort me with this "beautiful lie" haha.. well it is.. they told me this," people don get old.. hong(my name)… they just coloured it" and i believed them lol… how silly i was… but they did make me stop crying by saying a lie haha.

By David Tan, January 23rd, 2008