One sleepy night,
One man with his solitude moment,
Remember about one time of his life,
His childhood time.
What a lovely episode of life.
He was a village boy....
Fooling with sands, scrumbling with water, breathing with dust were his life.
That village boy thought,
Earth is his ground, wind is his comb, and sun is his tanning tone.
The boy was simply amazed.
Felt the breeze of the wind,
Went flow with the wave of the river,
Breath with the dew in the morning,
Watched the sunset at the dawn,
Counted the stars at night,
Run with the blue sky,
Cycled with the forest on his panorama.

That village boy....
Lived in a ugly wobby box.
One wobby box...
with the paints were sallow over it,
and the timber board were spilled out from where it taken,
and the over hanged pitch roof was awful.
It was so dull, so when you see it from distance it just look like a hoval.
Heated when tremendous sun came out,
Leaked when poured by the heavy rain.

Therefore, that boy was the witness,
How powerful the thunder and light,
Smacked anything against them.
Till the thunder become his obsess,
and the smell of the rain become his pleasure.

Time moved,
That boy left the village,
Stuck at a monstrous place.
He grinned, and the smile were reluctant.
He didn't speak English, don't played video game,
and was unsure of the fact of computer.

Everybody playing with their nintendo...
Crashing virus on the computer was a trend,
And the place called mall was booming.
They boy was scared.
He only know how to hide.
Hidden from his new world,
By school bag and water bottle.

They like to go Bali.
To go to Australia. To go to French,
Bounding their true love there.
They like to go to America, to wrest a signature of the Hollywood stars.
Oh they go Japan, to take back the control from the colonized.
But they boy never went anywhere.
Because he was hidden, yet, one more time.

They like to have dinner together, at that place called mall.
One family with all the members. Complete members.
They dined and shared the fun there.
They boy like to watch it.
One more time,
The boy was hidden on his dream.
Dreaming of his complete family members take a dine together.

Time moved again,
The boy became a man.
He is working at a far distance.
To the place that he never thought about.
Never dare to thought about.
Like a sin of his imagination.
And this time he handling good the computer.

Things are changed.
Load, hardness, lust are everywhere.
The man stuck on his knee. bended knees.
He is scare.
He is missing the village.
The man is crying inside his heart.
The world is too big for him.
Abundance of illusion.

The man missing his ugly wobbly box.
Mostly one Lady there.
The Lady who gave him life.
the Lady who never say enough of pain, sour, and failure in her life.
the Lady who never gave him a single chance to play nintendo, never let him went to Bali.
Never let him own a computer.
That poor lady in the wobbly box, who has nothing but love.
A sincere love.

Tonight,
The man is missing his lady in the wobby box.
He wanted to tell to the lady, soon, he will having a holiday trip, to somewhere in a distance.
Something new....but still not Bali. no, not yet.
But still,
He is missing his wobby box.
and scare about tomorrow.
He is hiding again.
The only best thing he can do is hiding.
so he can be grounded.

The man, now, with his pride,
telling everybody,
he is never regrets,
grown in a village, raised by poor lady, making him even more,
More ready, for tomorrow, for whatever it takes,
Hope one fine day,
He can bring the lady of the wobby box go to French, or at least, Bali.


I love you, Mom!
Thanks for all the love that always be with me. i love you, and always do.

"The sweetest sounds to mortals given
Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven."

Singapore, 4 February 2009