packing away stuff to be taken home...some boxes to be put away inside the store...
with a little bit of music at the background...
our hands move swiftly about the room.
we laughed and we joked around.
exchanging stories, secrets and dreams.
without a care in the world, we live and abide by our own rules.
college admin said, no cooking - we cooked.
they said, come to the meeting - we busied ourselves with DVDs.
i never really appreciated those moments...untill now.
because i always think that there'll be more...
right now, i really feel like eating some hot prawn 'cekodoks'.
this poem is dedicated to my old roommate, Shud.
Prawn 'Cekodoks'
a small electric stove...
a packet of instant prawn 'cekodok'...
two girls...11.30 pm...
in their room back at campus.
getting a call from faraway...
put on the loudspeaker,
...chattering...cooking...laughing...cooking...
the air thick with the aroma of hot prawn 'cekodoks'.
the girls keep stirring...
open the windows wide,
arousing envy from the neighbours.
Haa...what a wonderful life.
as simple as it seems...
full stomachs...and beds waiting patiently at the corner.
what a wonderful life.
