Cucumber

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I had rojak buah today. It had cucumbers. I realised that no one knows I dont like cucumber in my subway sandwich, except you.

12th April 2009

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"mau tengok? boleh.. kasi bayar!"

I am a disabled. I have access to the disabled toilet. But just coz I am a disabled person, orang kurang upaya, it doesnt mean that I cant go out just like others. Yes I hobble about on my crutches and parade my oh so attractive speacial shoe, but really is it such a wonderful sight that people have to stare? First they look at my crutches then to my leg. I suppose they are just trying yo figure out the "disability" I have.. it makes me feel like getting a customised t-shirt with the words "yes, i broke my leg, the right one. now will you please stop staring?"

Chris was with me and he noticed the attention i was getting. To make me feel better he said you know, you should say to em "mau tengok? boleh.. kasi bayar!"..

the following day, my brother, muz said if I were you, I'd stare back at them and say "apa tengok-tengok?"..

My other brother, mems even goes to the extent of saying, "I'll use one of your crutches, you use one. then at least you wont feel so weird alone".. I thought that was quite sweet of him. We joked that we ought to choreograph a crutch dance, then we'd really get the attention.. and perhaps put an empty hat and the coins will start rolling in.. boy, we might even make a fortune!

I suppose due to lack of disabled facilities in this country, those whom are disabled dont go out often. Though I have been warned by faez that it is against the norm for the likes of me to be out much here, unlike in the uk. I have spent 2 months indoors. I will not be confined any further.

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Headphones and footsteps

The wire with its two earpieces were often my companion in motion.. Often accompanied with footsteps.. My very own.. Lately, they keep me company whilst horizontal, minus the footsteps..

How I long for it to be just me and my headphones and my very own footsteps.. Not accompanied with 2 metal rods and another pair if not many more footsteps..

Perhaps this was how it was 2 decades ago..

I dont know who taught and watched as I took my first footsteps.. followed with the many more to come.
I dont know who patiently waited.. With each step I took.. and the numerous pauses in between..

I imagine it couldnt have been much more different. Must have been another head towering me.. Patiently waiting.

I did it before.
I dont know how long it took.

I will do it again.
In due time.
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L'Etoile

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I envision this in the long run. Both our noses buried in reading.. Over cups of coffee.. The silence between us.. With the clatter of cutlery and chatter surrounding us..

Through the glass, you pass off as any stranger..


L'Etoile
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Immortalisation of the "good" times

More than images are immortalised.. From a mere "it's easier in the snow", to the series of unfortunate events, through the chronicles.. Thoughts, words, faces, emotions, and memories.. all immortalised.. it also suggests/proves.. love's eternal flame.. though at times, the fire may be flaming yellow, not burning blue.. it still burns.. we tend to forget these things.. perhaps it's because we're mere mortals..

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A deck of cards

No.. A stack of 8 more like it.. Not ordinary cards though.. A special one.. And even more special as each carried a message.. Mummy sure knows me well for bringing them over, in its pretty box..

A special message from the very bottom of my heart was written in each card.. Everyone has been absolutely wonderful.. And I am ever so thankful for that. For everything.

From 8 to zilch.. Each for the nurses on the 6th floor, A&E, fracture clinic, Sue-the lady opposite me, 17 Ainsdale Court, GBF, Lukasz and lastly, the lovely ladies of the plaster room..


THANK YOU.
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Three more to go!

That's 1/10! 9/10 down the lane! or rather, down the bin.. 3 boxes.. 27 pokes down.. and only 3 more to go!!
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