About A Boy

I've some good and bad news.

The good news; after a month away, mum came back home safely from France last Sunday. The bad news; she is still suffering from a hangover. A great deal of it apparently. I don't know if I should sympathize or feel let down.

She's had her fun there. For one who had the support of the whole family, the least she could have done was to show some excitement over our reunion. As much as she denies it, it's easy to sense her heart still lies in France. Im not gonna murder mum over this cos I do actually feel for her just as well. Genuinely. Knowing Liann was perhaps the best thing that could have ever happened to her personally. Something refreshing she'd never experienced before. And who could've blame her? At the latter stages of life, can all of us be sure that we'd still have the same present circle of companions around us, occupying days of our lives?? There is no guarantee of even one surviving. The number just dwindles, Im sure. So for mum to find attachment and happiness in a complete foreign stranger of different religion and culture, I think is something amazing.

What is not, is the fact that mum and dad had quarelled (dad wasn't happy with mum being disillusioned since returning while she banged on how he'd never been appreciative of her). I don't think they've spoken two words to each other since. In times of war, it's hard to appease and find instant settlement when one is a hot headed fire spitting dragon while the other a sensative cold stone.

It's perhaps just the fitting of the puzzle. Or just adaptation. Mum to settle back to the life she knew while the rest of the family ease off her as she slowly finds her local bearings again. It is ironic that trouble has been brought about since the day two complete strangers found seemingly pure friendship in one another. It's like a double edge sword.

It's just another day in the office for the Othmans. But Im sure we'll pull through this like it's always been in the past. Me and the sisters will see to it that we do. Im just saddened the lil' ones; Amirul, Nadya and especially Shirhan had to see the war.



As for me.....



On a personal note, Im on a high. The bella I adore is back. (out of the bluest blue) That is something Im fortunate of and grateful for considering the current developments at home. There just has to be a balance of things right? God is merciful.

Ok this is gonna get a lil' cheesy. Bear with me.. They say if you release a bird and it flies away (*everyone ok??), then it was never really meant for you. But then if it comes back, then it's your's to keep...surely.

Now I know it's early seasons to start blowing the horns for a victory march. All Im saying is an opportunity has come begging again and Im not about to let it pass a second time. To make the best out of it. For all the negativities said and done, Im ready to forget and compromise. I guess that's just the nature of my game.

I've asked. How do you know when you're in love? (*right hang in there..) I don't think the answer is defined as clearly as I'd want it to be. ''Well you just know it..." What do u mean by you just know it?? How?? Is it like an intuition?? More of which; sensing or feeling?? Does it come to you instantly or does it take time before you can possibly tell what you're feeling is love, actually?? If it's about how special the other makes you feel and how you're willing to give it all for them just as you know they would for you.

"I've been meaning to ask you.

What's the difference between a girl who's your friend and a girlfriend?

Well, I don't know.

Do you want to touch her?

Is that so important?

Yeah, you've heard about sex, right?

It is kind of a big deal.

I know. I'm not stupid.

I just can't believe there's nothing more to it.

I mean, like, I want to be with her more. I want to be with her all the time.

And I want to tell her things I don't even tell you or Mum.

And I don't want her to have another boyfriend.

If I could have all those things...

...I wouldn't really mind if I touched her or not."

- transcripts: About A Boy

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