Monday, March 30, 2009

.: Trogglehumper :.

The talk that changed everything.

Why won’t you understand? From the day you were born till the day you get married, you are our responsibility...

Because from the day I was born, I’ve made you my responsibility for life...

Around the age of 5, I used to get nightmares whereby God took my parents away. The scenes were so vivid that each time I woke up, I’ll be in tears, trembling, literally shocked and start praying to God to give me more time with them.

These days, I’m beginning to have the nightmares again. It made me think. Just until when can God keep them alive for me? One way or the other, there will come a time when one of us has to go.

Yesterday, I took a good look at the both of them. Why haven’t I noticed the clumps of white hair sprouting from dad's scalp? How is it possible that I failed to detect mum's aging lines? Was it because they kept it hidden away? Behind the smiles, the laughter, which clouded my vision?

Hence, how much time do I have left with them? When the time comes, will I be able to deal with it? I may have prepared myself for it; however is the faith that I have strong enough to overcome it? Or will it be too overpowering that I may submit to the path of timeless lunacy?

Unlike you, our time is nearing. You still have a long journey to go...

The little time that you have means the whole world to me. I wouldn’t have a journey to begin with if it weren’t for you. This is my journey. You are a part of my journey...

“Oh no!” he cried. “Oh mince my maggots! Oh swipe my swoggles!”

“What’s the matter?” Sophie asked.

“It’s a trogglehumper!” he shouted. His voice was filled with fury and anguish. “Oh, save our solos!” he cried. “Deliver us from weasels! The devil is dancing on my dibbler!”

The BFG, Roald Dahl

In quest of the golden phizzwizards.
10.33am Malaysian Time
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