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**author’s friendly reminder: to those staying abroad@away from their mums n dads, i recond that you do not continue reading, as this may lead to repetetive moaning and screaming from the homesick enigma.rather an emotional post, if i may say so myself. although thanks for stopping by..**

the following scene was mentally recorded at approximately 10:30 am, at level e400 of the ever so full of life University of Malaya’s Tuanku Bahiyah’s residential college. the reanactment of the scene of the crime will be played by a.akob the college’s handyman, little kitty and ezrq(bukan nama sebenar).

*..and action!*
ezrq: (yawns then pause, scratching his non-itchy messy head, stretches out arms and legs, *pause*, then yawns again)
ezrq: (grabs the towel, picks up his toiletteries, then heads out to the washroom at the other end of the corridor, still scratching all over while walking like sangat la terpaksa..)
*just by the washroom’s door*
kitty: meow..(a rather short one)
ezrq: (watches with total blankness in head, continuing his steps)
ezrq: (pauses after a while, then walks in reverse towards(or in this case, backwards) the smoked-grey kitten)
ezrq: (makes a face like he’s seen it before, but can’t remember when and where, while wondering why is it doing here at the top floor of this block)
ezrq: (noticing that a figure is watching him with the little creature, he starts to break a conversation while still mencangkung at the kitty)..bang akob..ni..anak kucin..
kitty: meow.
a.akob: ha’ah.
a.akob: mak die dlm plastik tuh.(pointing towards a black garbage bag, then removes his mask and rubber gloves)
ezrq: (shocked. big time.)
ezrq: (recalls back his memory. saw a cat carrying it’s kitten up the ceiling. more than a month ago)
ezrq: (thinking. with a ‘i-cant-believe-thats-true’ facial expression. for residents of this floor had been living through the horrid smell a few weeks already)
ezrq: bau tu dtg dr mak kucing ni ke?(now scratching the kitty)
a.akob: ha’ah. kucing tu idup atas tu, sbb die makan sisa bangkai mak die.
ezrq: (totally speechless)
ezrq: (heads back towards the showers with so much in mind, which mostly involves the imagery of the dont-look-so-bad-and-still-looked-cute kitten besides that black garbage bag. then continues to live his life)

that was the first thing that happened to ezrq(bkn name sebenar) today. thanks to a.akob, finally the truth behind the smell lingering near the washroom entrance is finally revealed, and the smell is gone after countless trial efforts by a.farid, mangge and the rest of the crew who apparently went up there halfway without a torchlight.
the fact that the kitten survived is not that big deal to me. its just that the kitten survived more than a month up on the attic, merely by eating its mother’s dead corpse somehow made me reflect on things. some may say its disgusting. others may feel sad about the poor little kitten not getting enough care. what i was actually thinking about is the mother, and the kitten la of course. question; is life really about surviving? i mean, look at the kitten, litterally eating the mother’s heart out in order to survive and grow strong and live on. being stucked up there is one thing, alongside the bad smell is another. but having to go through the whole ordeal alongside a dead mother.. and to survive with nothing at all, the poor kitten is forced to eat the mother in order to stay alive. that made me think. sedeyh gile woo.. ye la; to me it kinda potrayed of how huge a parent’s care is, even if its only among animals. and again this makes me think. of how much my parents did for me to get me here. to shape me into what i am now. again refering back to the kitten, is it’s life-must-go-on will. i cant even imagine putting myself in a situation where i lose the people i know existed that carved their names in ezrq’s book of life. never. just thinking about it makes me freak out. and for some unacceptable reason, i still never did thank them enough for all the deeds and goods and thoughts given to me. and i can’t help it that the selfish me inside still want more. and when i see that little cat, i wonder to myself; " am i eating everyone’s ‘heart’ out, just for the sake of fulfilling my own wants..?"

pathetic. so very.

so hopefully, while there’s time, to mum n dad, to siblings n relatives, to friends n foes; i’d like to reach out a big thank you for ‘feeding’ me during all the moments we’ve crossed each other’s paths. you guys(of course with the kehendak of the AllMighty Allah), made my life beautiful.

thank you.

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