Monday, June 8, 2009

A little story of J (part 1) - a trully "unforgetable" experience

In this blog entry, I would like to share a little story of a young boy named J, from his birth to his youth... I hope that this blog entry will be able to enlighten your day and provide food for thought for every frens of mine (although not many people viewing my blog >.<)...

Once upon a time, in a place called Taman Miharja, there lived a "Tong" family. A family of five members, the father; the mother; the daughther; the son; but they are not the main character of this blog though... >.< The main character of the story is the youngest member of the Tong family, J... Ever since the day J was born, he is destined to be a hyperactive and excel in socialize ... When he was five years old (I assumed, coz i'd forgotten the exact age), he had an Indian (perhaps an Indonesian) fren who's living opposite of his "kampung" house (village house)... The Indian boy's father worked as a site worker... The Indian boy's family is so accidentantly staying opposite of J's house because they are staying in the workers hostel which is located next to the site... By that time, J can only speaks in Cantonese, not even Mandarin; of coz, he had never learnt to speak in Bahasa Malaysia, nor Bahasa Tamil... Suprisingly, despite the communication lag, J could still communicate very well with the Indian boy...
Since then, the Indian boy has been the best fren for J... J would spend almost the entire afternoon staying at the Indian boy's house to play... Although they both did not share the same language, and yet, they managed to come out with a set of "advanced" communication code: the "body language" and "eye contact"... Wait, wait, now let us deviate from the story for a while... However, there's 1 question i wished to raise: I really cant recall how J could communicate with the Indian boy and how he did that... can any1 please help to solve this mysterious puzzle??
Ok, now let us continue with the story, J was playing some kind of "masak-masak" with the Indian boy... and the Indian boy's mom came and said something that J had never heard of in his entire life!! (5 years old!!!) Although J never understood what the aunty was saying, but he could guessed it out.. It is done through a very sophisticated and thorough analysis (the aunty was pointing at the clock which shows 12:30pm and put another hand on her stomach, rubbing it)... and J's analysis was: "The aunty, was saying: "it is lunch time now, r u hungry? do u want to eat something"... " so, J looked at his stomach, and started to feel the hunger spreading through his nerves in haste... Thus, J knocked his head without second thought and followed the aunty to the kitchen...
J was sitting at the dinning table and "communicating" (I used "communicate" coz J wasnt talking in language that the Indian boy understand and vice versa; therefore "speaking", "talking" and "chatting" are not applicable) with the Indian boy... Just few moments later, J smelled something strong and nice, that he has never ever smelled in his entire life (once again, it's 5 years old!!!)... the dish was serve with a yellowish sauce and few beans on top of it and some vegetables beneath it... J was so curious of what the dish is and is so eager to taste the dish, coz the dish smelled reallllly NICE~~ so, once the rice was served and placed in front of J, immediately he tooked the spoon and "digged" deep into the dish, pouring all the sauces into his rice... once the rice was filled with the yellowish sauce, he felt so great and proud... Finally, he could started to taste the smelled-good-dish...
Then, J put the spoon, fully-filled with rice and the beans with the sauce, into his tiny mouth... He chewed the food, tasted it, and.............. he cried!!!! because he was eating "dal" (a kind of curry dish) cooked with chillies... It was so so so so so dXmn (censored) spicy... And now, he finally tasted the infamous curry which tops the most edible food chart in UK... However, this was a reallllly painful experience... An experience that gained through "blood and sweat"...

So... that is a little story of J.. A story that showed how he befriend with a guy of different ethnic and his 1st time experience of eating curry... hope that this could enlighten the readers' day, and be able to put a smile back on your lovely face...

p.s the moral of story is.........

curry is really spicy~~ ^^ (kidding)
Do not simply eat things that you never tried... (this is real)

specially dedicated to "U noe" xiao shou coz I read ur blog and knew that u are kinda geram with certain things... hope that this could make u smile lar.. ^^

I wonder what the Indian boy is doing right now, and wish to see him again.. Although I do not know your whereabout, but I sincerely wish you all the best in everything you do, take care, my pal.. God bless ya~~

2 comments:

Rachael Wong said...

hello joseph!

that's a nice story... keep them coming yea!

and, see, i'm so nice. i forgive you and am talking to you again. haha!

-rachael-

Unknown said...

OMG.....you really got alot alot alot alot of time in ur hand to be able to write this lengthy and deatiled childhood story of urs right.......and i must have alot alot alot alot of time in my hand to be able to read your damn long story too......dang