So much for commitment...
Honestly speaking, a lot has happened since my last post about meeting Sari and that Goddamn beautiful chicken of my creation. Yes, I survived what was supposed to be an all memorable family trip to Taiwan where the antagonist turned out to be one of the more peaceful ones throughout our entire journey. Uncle H, you surely did surprise me, you managed to keep out of everyone else's way after all. I credit the good food for it though. Otherwise, and I swear by it, drama would have been GUARANTEED.
However, let's not remember Taiwan like that. I shall not rip off travel books by saying that it is one of the true gems of Asia; but for a country where the young are vibrant and the old, gracefully ageing and all living harmoniously in the same place, it is for a fact- a gem, and a beautiful sight to behold. Night markets come to life in the brightest of lights that emerge from the many many stands, sometimes accompanied by odours of all sorts (Including the all classic for a Chinee tongue, SMELLY TOFU), or if not, gift shops with huge and i mean freaking HUGE. YELLOW. DUCKS. It seems to be a Taiwanese craze, and having said that, it is virtually possible to find a duck version of ANYTHING there. Socks, umbrellas, hairbands, lighters, boxers, underwear... You get the main idea. I wonder if Mama found it amusing too ^^ Mama, I have no regrets bringing you along for Taiwan 2013. You gave me a chance to be a better granddaughter, and look like a teen with more heart or otherwise, I would have just been some average teenage thug with a face bombarded with Hiroshima bomb like pimples, scowling behind the back of Uncle H.
Flash forward...
New Year's Eve party. Okay, there was a mistletoe but no kissing. Unless if you would include me and my sister's epic-failed skit of Romeo and Juliet. It would have been a real happy occasion if well for starters, Little Nick had acted better than his 7 year old self (But then again, his charming 7 year old self gets into me every time) or if a friend didn't have give it the ambience of a farewell party as well. And because I'm so obsessed with nicknames, I'm calling you Sungha Jung because I'm secretly jealous of your musical talent. It was a day of gain and loss, to have tied loose ends and finally let go of a friendship that's always been there, although not always but it is that familiar feeling you get every time you grab hold of that string, when memories of what seems like long time back, what's not so memorable and what's not to be forgotten flows back to you and you feel a sudden urge to never let go of that string at all. It took me a stiff hug and a few pictures and many many yells of "Goodbye" and "Take care over there" to loosen my grip on that string. I thank the heavens above for hiding my tears that day, I mean, night. It has always been a nature for me to cry over someone saying goodbye, according to mum, regardless if it's a long term or short term goodbye.
So this is where I'll hide my tears Hae, in your arms. Goodbye Sungha, don't ever take off that 6-string on your back yeah? :')
Then... I guess that'll make it 2014.
I would go on...
But that'll break the emotional flow here.
I'm not really one to say in Malaysian terms,
POTONG STEAM.
No, I'll stop here.
Because sometimes,
"You only know you're high when you're feeling low"
You'll need to be honest with yourself.
"Only hate the road when you're missing home"
And do not simply let go of what you once loved so much.
"Only know you love her when you let her go"
We, always seem to forget...
And regret forgetting.
Regrettably yours,
CCM.
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