It's funny how someone still remains physically the same in a month, but experiences a roller coaster ride of emotion changes. You see, in a month, some still have the same tired looks on their faces, some still weigh the same, some are pleased to know that wrinkles don't appear too soon, some don't even grow up at all. Maybe there are small changes, but they are insignificant. People still look the same, almost like when you met them last month. Like say, for me, I still have the spots on the bridge of my nose, just like how I discovered them last month. My best friend Azalea, still looks as small and petite as ever, as the way she was when we last had our SPM paper. Thanuja is still as healthy and beaming as ever. (Sashi, I haven't met her lately, since dia kat PLKN). Iskandar couldn't be any happier, in fact I have never seen him frown.
Nothing seems to change. It's like as if the world is slowing down its pace a bit. Sometimes time travels slower than you think. It's funny how it has only been two months since SPM 2011 but I always feel like it has been more than just two months, a year maybe. Like somehow the days decided to drag a bit.
But it's funny too how everything can change in a month. Everything ; like your thoughts, your feelings, your ways of seeing things, your opinions, your desire, your stand, your words - they seem to divert to opposite direction, in the blink of an eye. You didn't even notice.
It's funny how last month we still had each other's contact numbers, (deserted, as both of us were reluctant to make the daring decision to reach out each other, but in the end, it was me, it has always been me). It's funny how a month before that, we were still acquaintances of each other. It's funny how two months before we decided to no longer acknowledge each other's existence, we actually were quite familiar with each other's presence. It's funny how it seems like I don't know you at all, that now maybe I only know you by name, but in the last six months we treated each other like a friend. Six months ago, we were very civil to each other. We appreciated each other's remarks. At least I thought so.
It's funny how feelings can change in a night. It's funny how walls of trust usually take quite some time to be stood high and strong, but it only takes 2 bloody hours to reconsider, rethink, flashback and plant the famous seed of doubts and insecurities in my soul. Again.
It's funny how the Indian man that owns Kedai Muhibbah still looks the same after all these years but according to him, I have changed so much. From a girl, to an adult (or so he said). It's funny how this certain lad used to be the school boy I liked, and now he's a married man! (Or a married boy, which do you prefer to be acknowledged as? Lol). It's funny how teachers, they don't get old, they are very much like Dumbledore. It's funny when your aunties make comments on how "eh dah besar, dah tinggi" you are when you just only met them 3 months ago. And you on the other hand, don't see any ageing signs in their faces at all. It's funny how I could have sworn that last year I saw my neighbour's little son crawling on the grass, but only 4 days ago I discovered him walking and talking and giggling. Like how on earth did he do that?
It's funny to see how my mother never gets bored of my father's irrelevant jokes, anger, temper and companion after 21 years of marriage. It's funny how my father can stand my mother's nag and mood swings all this time. It's funny, it's really funny when I thought that 'love' between a man and a woman can never really stand longer than months, when I have the perfect epitome of a love life in front of my bloody eyes. It's funny how last year I was desperately looking for him, but this year, this day, this very moment, I really couldn't care less any more. It's funny. It's like someone is playing a funny joke on me.
Time is a funny deal to us. Or maybe it's just the funny world we're living in.
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