The Mango Rainbow Tales

I have been wondering how to end this fairy tales. No story would be complete without a happy ending. Well, here it goes...

"And this two best friends live happily ever after for many many years to come."

~~~THE END~~~

Three Pink Roses

There are many reasons to give a flower; there are millions more reason why it’s a must for a man to give his loved one flowers. I don’t quite understand why this state of affair can crop up. I just don’t understand why guys can chuck away his entire ego and his pride; to march across the street with a bouquet of flower?

Let’s walk down the memory lane, back to the mankind history; the emperor, the king, the ruler is by and large a man. This simply means that their pride, their ego, their dignity and their honor is supposed to be above anyone else. The bottom line is they’re on top of the world (at least they think so) and anyone who try to get on top of them usually doesn’t have any good ending. These man kill and conquer cold-bloodedly without any tears and sympathy; indeed cruel and pitiless men. Do you think that they’ll give flower to their loved one? No way!

Nonetheless why does King Shah Jahan build Taj Mahal for his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal? Then why do some emperors of China sacrifice their throne for their wife? Then somehow I realize even these top-of-the-world man sometimes show their soft side; the caring and the loving side. No doubt, even king need love and of course showing love to their loved one is already part of their duties; men duties.

Okay, back to the reality; today is indeed a very special day for me. I’m thinking to do something out of the ordinary; something which I never done before; something what a typical gentleman will do. Coincidentally my Cameron Highland aunt comes to visit. As usual with her Cameron Highland’s fruits and vegetables; but today with something extras: ROSES!! I smiled.

Now getting her a flower is already on top of my list. I begged my aunt for the roses; three pink roses to be exact because three roses bring deeper meaning than millions of roses. I had been wrapping, decorating and involved in a lot of flower arrangement activities; but this is the very first time I’m really doing it for myself. I’m already twenty one but this is the first time I’m giving flower to someone. Yes I know, I had been saying that giving flower to girl is a silly thing, just a waste of money and bla bla bla; but let me be silly for once: today.

Giving her the flower is actually not the toughest thing to do. Walking it down the street with a bouquet of flowers is the real nightmare of all man. People tend to stare at you for so long that your every step seems so weighty and your every movement had become so stiff, that you seem like marching instead of walking. Not only that, every now and then you can actually listen to people’s chuckles, giggles and maybe some people calling you Mister Romantic on the way. Being the only guy holding a bouquet of flower along the street is indeed something extraordinary; humiliating to be exact. There goes all my ego and my pride; to the gutter. Even in this state of chaos, there is some aunty who cheers for me. Thanks aunty!!

To be honest, till now I still don’t understand why I’m willing to take all the risk and the probability of being tease or even critic by my friends; especially you-know-who. Then why I still continue? Maybe it’s really worth a try or maybe I just love her too much.

But I can assure you that it’ll worth all the tease and humiliation, when she smiles. Hopefully she will. Wish me luck, on the way now.

P/S: Happy Birthday Mum.

What’s Next?

Do you believe that music keep some of your memory? I don’t. I never do.

I had a sleepless night again; this is already so many times in row. Whenever I’m not out with my friends, or whenever I’m all alone by myself; then I’ll start to think. Frankly speaking, I can’t help myself not to think. It’s so grey and everything so blur. I know I’m not the saddest guy on earth, but I just can’t help to think about the future; should I say what I’m going to do next.

I had been peppered with the questions “What’s next?” numerous times but I really have no idea, even though I endeavor; but I don’t sense any answer either.

The only way to stop thinking is to keep myself tiring, keep my brain running or force myself to sleep. This few days of battling with insomnia, I found out that hot milks help a lot; wine help even better; and I wonder will sleeping pills help greater?

I’m sitting here in my living room, the sound of my grandfather clock tickling and the sound of my ceiling fan is so clear. With nothing to do, I wanted to keep myself busy; I switched on my laptop and checked my every comedies; Russell Peter, Stephen Chow, Robin Williams; famous comedians that had been keep me laughing for this few days. Nevertheless the same jokes never work twice, and eventually they have lost their charms; somehow I don’t laugh anymore, not even a chuckle.

Sitting here all by myself, the loneliness finally attacked me. Everyday there are bunch of friends being around me, they keep me accompanied; there is no way I going to be lonely. Finally I’d feel lonely now, in fact I feels dismal. Thinking that some music will sweep away my loneliness, I clicked on my Winamp; it starts playing from my previous history; the song that I last heard.

And it’d bring back a lot of memory.

To be honest, it’s still raining here; never stopped. But you force the sun out, and somehow the rain got to end. Nobody understands why I love the rain; the scent of it, the aftermath cooling wind, the sound of it drumming around and I just love to watch the raindrop touches the ground. Yet the rain is only temporary, when the sun is out; everything back to reality. It’s just like a dream.

If it’s just a dream, I really want to get up; please wake me up, it’s so suffering here.

Dear, I wish that you can wake me up and pull me out of this misery. And you did.


I’d believe now and I made a big mistake recalling the song.

Living de Red Wine

By now you’ll have heard that red wine in moderation helps protect against heart disease, but the healing benefits don’t stop there. Some says it help in controlling the cholesterol level as well.

That’s all the science about red wine. I maybe still new to this red wine stuff but no matter what you’re taking whether it’s beer or stout, gin or tonic, red or white wine, vodka or whiskey, rum or sake; it’s the same thing. If it comes to tasting or enjoying, we never talk about the science but we talk about the art of it instead. I’m pretty sure many do wonder now, what this guy is crapping about; then please give me your next few minutes for me to explain.

The science is all about the figure, the theory, the safety precaution, the physic, the chemistry and it’s all about the statistical value. We somehow need a precise calculation and a powerful theory before we can really take pleasure in something. Won’t that a bit troublesome? It’s just a red wine!!

The art on the other hand is all about the feeling and the non-scientific judgment. To fully enjoy something, sometimes we really need to abandon the physic or the law of the world. I mean the gravity still applies, but when it’s art; even gravity sometimes need to be ignored. Just imagine the delicate aroma and refreshingly uplifting taste of the red wine; and get drunk after a few dozen. What’s the science in that? What’s wrong with every red wine lover? Get high but you might get puke after that. Why? Just because they feel right, that’s already worth all the pain and puke.

Red wine; I really don’t know how to relish this dry-blood-like-drink. It’s dry, a bit sour, alcoholic and red in color. Frankly speaking, I really don’t know how to enjoy this red wine. I still remember when the first time I purchase a bottle of red wine but to my foolishness I didn’t purchase the opener. That’s why I had a tough time fighting with the bottle all night. And once again to my foolishness, I didn’t let it open for a period of time so that the red wine can ‘breathe’. I just take it spontaneously and with all the gases, it makes me dizzy BIG TIME. Silly huh? But I enjoy it, seriously.

Art; something that we cannot understand, only people whom truly in love with it able to appreciate. I may still don’t understand what’s the science and art behind this wine. Nevertheless I think I really fall in love with this drink. It’s sour now but I’m sure it’ll be sweeter later. That’s red wine; and it coincidentally has something to do with my life now. Life is like a red wine; it’s sour, but if you can appreciate the art of it; it’ll be sweet.

Science is indeed important, without science there’ll be no improvement in our life. However, if one really wanted to enjoy his/her life; he/she sometimes need to abandon this statistical value. Treat life as an art subject, forget about the physic; just let your feeling and instinct lead you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your life to the maximum if you can dump all the scientific worries aside.

I have already started to appreciate red wine; as well as my life and my love.

Have you?

Forgive

Mum tell me that life's all about forget and forgive.

Sincerely I still haven't forget what you did and I don't think I'll be able to forgive you; at least not for now.

But the thing is I really couldn't treat and assume everything you did was just a dream; a nightmare. Nonetheless, I promise you that I'll learn how to forgive.

Dad, Happy Father's Day!! Let's celebrate it together next year.

That's a father-son promise.

Your eldest son,
Mels

Not Being Myself

Running away from problem didn’t help; hiding from it has no help either. The only way to settle the problem is to face it and find a solution in next to no time. Maybe all these while, I’m just too chicken to make the decision and have been running away from it but alas I have to face it. I face it with all my guts that remain and even voice out my decision bravely to both of my blood relation. I have been thinking for long and never wanted to hurt anyone; so there’s goes my decision. Honestly I do feel relief because my nightmare has finally ended.

That’s what I thought, but the world is not always in a circle and frankly speaking life’s not always that fair. Naïve me still think that when I speak out my decision; my nightmare will eventually come to the end and be relieved evermore. Nevertheless I’m bloody wrong and freaking dumb to still think that when we play by the rules, the rules will play nice on us. No, the world is cruel and life has no fair play. The thing is I have already made my decision but they gave me a different direction to follow. That breaks my heart, seriously of all the sudden my world become so grey; so grey that I can’t see what in front of me anymore.

They gave up on me…

I feel suffocated, barely breathe and everything is so colorless.

These few days really were hell to me and I don’t feel myself anymore. Not being myself at all. Maybe I’m trying to get you guys’ attention or maybe I’m being paranoid and being afraid that my close one and my love one will leave me. I really don’t want that at all. I don’t want anyone to separate or anyone to move out of my life.

I fight with my teammate during a basketball match, which I normally don’t. I was so frustrated that I even scold the heck out of my teammate. They were shocked. I become so furious that I played like a monster. I apologized for every mistake I made; they were even shocked to see an ego guy to apologize.

I even provoke my mum to scold or at least to nag me. I purposely do something that she will scold me. And yes she did shouted at me and has a long lecture with me. I feel much more alive after her scolding. Weird, huh? But that make me more alive.

I even asked everyone to leave me alone. I was harsh to everyone around me. I know I’m wrong but me really not being myself for the last few days. I even let go of my entire ego so that I can stop them from leaving me; peoples that I loved. I even begged; luckily I was able to ask for their forgiveness. Although not all, but at least I was able to save some.

Think back of what I did for the last few days, it’s sickening and it’s my utmost regret.

I don’t really know how I get through this few days. I’m watching a lot of comedy just to cheer up my days. As saying ‘laughter is the best medicine’ but it only applied for that particular moments. Frankly speaking, I barely concentrate and laugh. It was so gloomy.

Thanks my aunt for her meaningful adult point of view lecture. It enlightens me a lot.

Thanks for all the caring calls, caring texting and caring Skype message. You peoples are my only force of energy to move on. Hot fresh milk will help me sleep huh? Thanks. Let it be natural huh? Thanks.

Sorry girls for turning down your invitations. I really need time to be alone. We go next time, okay?

Guys; don’t worry about me anymore. I’ll recover and I’ll once again set back my feet to the right track. I promised you guys that I’ll run faster than ever and never looks back anymore.


P/S: don’t worry, I’m strong and invincible; remember?

The Pain

Blade that cut, hammer that crush, knuckle that bruise and many more are the pain and that’s what makes us to be afraid or at least being cautious of what hurt us the most. For many people, pain is just another learning journey to become stronger. I’m pretty sure all of us need to go through this process of pain to grow up. During our infant age, we get caning every time we make a mistake. That’s the pain that teaches us to not to repeat the mistake again. But slowly when we getting older, we tend to forget about this pain until we repeat this mistake; and the whole pain thing come back to haunt us again. These pains remind us that when we come in contact with the first pain, we shouldn’t go back for another second or third pain.

Because of pain, we become so called ‘wiser’ and ‘smarter’; that’s because we don’t want to go back to this painful experience anymore. That’s what the humankind normally do, they tend to avoid this pain and never go back to this pain again no matter what it cost.

A sharp cut, a hammer crush, or just a knuckle punch is instantaneous pain. Pain that kills you only at that moment or maybe the few next day. Frankly speaking this types of pain kill u instantly, however it is much more relief as the saying ‘short pain is better than lengthy pain’.

Pain guides me and teaches me a lot of thing. It teaches me how to make a correct decision, and it teaches me how to think wisely. This few days I have been thinking and thinking about the right decision to make; whether I want myself to live an ordinary steady life or a rocky out of the blue life. I have been thinking for quite a long time, and somehow I really can’t decide now.

Pain haunting me every now and then; it’s so painful to decide. My day is so gloomy, and it’s sickening to be in this position. I’m afraid that I make the wrong decision and hurt everyone else.

I really don’t know how to decide.

Both raise me up; both are my ‘flesh and bone’.

I’m too afraid of making the wrong decision, and letting the pain haunt me again and again.

Holiday Break

Something might change in this few days or maybe this few weeks, but one thing for sure; I won't change. That! I can assure you.

Still having my honeymoon holidays, will update soon, sorry!