mysterY of the Red RosE~
It’s been a while .. yeah .. but yet .. lots of things had passed .. and yet to come .. well .. finally, I’ve finished my finals, being An Honoured UnemployeD person .. haha .. but it’s ok .. insyaAllah, wif God’s will, I’ll somehow be doing something somewhere some moments from now.
Today, I feel like writing. There’s this aura of something that keeps me thinking bout something unrevealed from the past..
ThE MysterY of The Red RoSe~
It was in 2004 .. somewhere in the South .. huhu ( u all shud know where if u know where I was during dat time) .. it happened a few weeks after I’ve received a dozen of red roSes (which I hate to admit that I dun really like roses that time — immaturity I guess) ..
I could still remember that day, it was Thursday. That morning, I was late from usual .. wearing a light green baju kurung, I was rushing, heading to the tutorial class. And as soon as I arrived, my practicum mate handed me a paper bag. It’s not really paper, it’s plastic I guess. I was again, starting to act NOT in normal way — but similar to the time when I received the dozen of RosEs .. honestly, I felt embarassed. I juz dun know why. It was like hurting my pride n personality as a NOt-TO-girlish type I guess.. But at the same time, I felt a bit happy — an appreciation and indicator that my presence were noticed by at least someone", .. urmm … but again, I kept complaining deep inside — when during classes and lectures I’ve heard these words like "ros merah tuu .." or "sape bagi?" and those smile on the faces .. irritating~ but I had no options - I had to bring along the paper bag all day long — from the tutorial class to the lecture hall and then back to the tutorial class again~
And finally, when I got back to my room, then only I felt relief. Along with the red rose was a pack of chocs and sweets, with an orange card ..
"ALWAYS TREAT YOUR FRIENDS WELL . EVEN THEY ARE NASTY AND JERK" - O.B (F22)
that was wut written on the card. Weirdly, I never want to find who it would be .. during that time .
But somehow, today, as I was about to leave for downstairs, the red rose caught my eyes. Yeah, the red rose, I’ve let it dry and I kept it since then.. why? I juz dun know …
But anyway, I’d be glad if I can meet the person now .. sooner or later .. coz there’s lots of things to be shared and expressed ..
Dear OB from practicum F22 (KMJ 04/05),
No matter who you are, a man or a lady, big or small, short or tall, fair or dark, nice or nasty, wherever u r .. pliz .. do contact me ", and .. thank you in advance ",
And the dried red rose .. would always be there .. right in the corner of my room .. and in my memories~
