Sentimental

You know my bedroom looks like a dragon lair. Lots of prehistoric stuff being chucked there. It's not that I didn't put much effort to straighten it up [my maid also tried ok] but every time I tried to hurl things out from my room, I feel guilty. It's like throwing a memory.


I like to keep lots of things. Tickets, receipt, long time love letters and lots more. Anyhow, I only manage to keep some of them coz the rest were being thrown by my dad who love to make a surprise inspection to my room and will throw things that he think is unnecessary. Unnecessary to him but pretty important to me.


Anyway, I do believe everything, even a windswept burger wrapper have their own story. One of my cousin always complained that the blanket that I used was kinda small for both of us and maybe I should replace it. Oh yeah, it's small but it still cover me well [sebab aku pendekla kan] . Even if it doesn't I won't throw it away. Green was never my favourite color but that green blanket was out of the ordinary. It was the first blanket I cried beneath, the result of missing my mum badly after being left in a cruel cruel boarding school [hah, padahal aku yang nak pegi sangat].


My mum love green so much so she bought the green blanket which is still remain anonymous [unlike some people who named her blanket after a menteri besar, hehe] at globe silk store. Hey, that time globe was famous ok. It was thick and was made of wool with flowery pattern all over it. And the lining was from satin. I dun really care how nice or not nice a blanket looks like but the thought of my mum picking it up especially for me to cover me up when she's not around that count. I used to have asthma, and when it attacks things were usually appalling. When I'm still living with my mum she would daub vicks all over my chest and my back and would make a steam bath for me in the middle of the night. Well, when I was being accepted to the school, she can't do that anymore..so that's why she bought me that blanket, to replace her warmth when I need her the most. I was a pampered child and a spoilt brat [my dad insisted that I'm still a brat], so I was living in a hell without my mum presence. Every night I would think of her without fail and..cried.. also without fail. I missed her so much. There's nothing I could do apart from crying silently under that green blanket. Well, that only happened when I was a junior.


When I was a senior, the blanket told a different story. I need that blanket no matter what whether and condition it was. Panas ke, hujan ke, riadah ke, prep ke, qiamullail ke, kelas bio ke..That blanket will remain as my best companion ..Only that particular blanket. If I change my blanket, my tido will not be lengkap.Together we develop a new hobby for me which is menidurkan diri di waktu-waktu genting dan penting.[ Sheesh, Pemalas gile aku!!]


The story didn't end there, even when I was doing my asasi in Kuantan, the blanket was still with me a few snores away..and even when I'm dazed in my partying years in uni, the blanket was there to comfort me during hangover and sober time.It also witness how many tears I shed after being left broken hearted [or was it leaving someone but still broken hearted?] Yeah, you can say that it witness how I grew up.


I'm 25 now [demm] and I still have that blanket even thought the satin part doesn't shimmer anymore Despite that I still love that blanket the same. Not a thread less. To me, the blanket really left a sentimental value. It told a lot of story..leaving a lot of memories


That's just about the blanket, I have lots of things that can tell lots of story and I'm sure you guys have your own things with sentimental values..


Selingan:

Aku tau kalau aku marah ni mcm kuar from topic.Tapi aku memang marah sebab kalau tepon aku dah siap mesti aku bleh amik gamba aku denga selimut tu.Ciss tengok, skang sugguh tak sentimental dah jadiknye.Tak dramatic lansung.


Sampukan:
Nicky is back with her blog.Yeay!


The end..back to sentimental sentiment..