Gael Clichy but true.

This an emotionally driven entry. What you will read may not sound like a work from me. But it's still me. Only on the other side.

Just now, as Nas was getting thrown by Muthu and as Nazir was getting his legs tangled up again on the Telok Belangah court, I was at my cousin's place at Bangkit just a few traffic lights away. It was her Engagement Day and traditionally, my family was in full strength for this one. Everything was executed perfectly, everybody was happy, everything was fine and dandy. Then after everything was done and dusted, everybody gathered back upstairs.

30th Dec 07 was coincidentally a very special date for 3 reasons. The first is already mentioned above. The second is that it is 2 days before my nenek’s 80th birthday. Yes 80th. And last and in this case certainly the least is that it is a day before my 21st birthday.
So traditionally (once again), my uncle or more specifically, Didil’s Dad being the head of the family encouraged us to stand up (literally) and speak up. So when asked whether anyone had anything to wish or say to my nenek, I certainly did not want to let that chance go begging. I love her, just like all her other cucus do and it would almost be hypocritical of me to stay true to those words but yet keep silent. So I stood up and I can sense they were expecting something stupid to come out of my mouth. Biasa la kan aku. People think I’m capable of only spouting nonsense and they are half true but that’s not the point here. I stood and I looked across the hall at my nenek. There and then, I froze and teared. There, across the hall, is the same woman who have seen me grown up from a 3.96kg cutie to a 66kg cute-mutie and have never once stopped short of giving me or any of her children and grandchildren for that matter undying love and relentless support. That is the kind of person that she is and that is the kind of person that she always will be. I continued standing and wept to the thought of what my life would be like without her. That thought certainly destroyed me and although I was speechless, I could see that she knew immediately how I felt about her. I may have not said a word but my tears have said much more.

My point is guys, how many times have we taken our loved ones for granted? How many times have we tried to say what we feel about them? How hard is it for us to even say anything? It may not mean much to you, but it may mean the world to them. Just try it. Try it and if your heart is still as hard as stone after that, then maybe I’m just being too melodramatic here.

This is as cliché as it can get but I’m really thankful that I have such a big and loving family. I love the whole family atmosphere and I just don’t want to wait for my next birthday to remind me of what I already have.

I am not ashamed to display my vulnerable moments here. I am not afraid of being judged. I just don’t want us to make that same mistake of overlooking the people that we return to everyday.