According to my watch, its 415 am. I am wide awake thanks the big bang of my guitar that fell to the floor. Making a "Ke-Bang!!" which I thought the beginning of World War 3. Luckily I didn't panicked or I could hit my head on the metal grill right above my head.
How un panic I was when my guitar dropped. I used to have this thinking that when you cherished and take good care of your musical instrument, your musical instrument will awesomely beautiful. That is why Slash is one of the living legend of Guitar Heros.
Eventhough my eyes and mind were awaken to the "OMG" I was still lazying around my bed as though I was paralyzed. Did anyone poisoned me with lactic acid? Oh wait. I got to search for injection marks.
Ok none.
So as I was saying, my whole body was jam. Eventhough I was fast, really fast, asleep before even 9.30pm last night, while watching King Kong. That giant ape was too slow to appear that I figured that I could easily teleport myself to Skull Island and met him personally. I was hoping to have a picture with him and coming back home showing to mum that I took pictures with the REAL King-Kong. Mum had a photo of me and my elder brother taking a photo with "King-Kong" that was on tour to Singapore decades ago. When I realise that I was fast asleep.
Mum always talk about King-Kong as if he was our family pet. Talking about how gigantic he was and how his magnificant strength and power is able to move mountain and destroy buildings with his pinky fingers. Mum's favourite moment of her life was to take photo of King-Kong with her little "King-Kongs".
I obviously do not want to have a King Kong as a pet. Especially during the fasting month. He would surely gobble down all the food on the table when it is time to break fast. What was left will be clean and clear plates. And imagine when we had to feed him bananas all the time. My mum would change the family to all with bananas. Imagine having sweet sour bananas, Banana Rice, Fried Banana with Soy Sauce, Banana Curry. I'm sure going bananas.
My childhood would not even be great. My toys will be broken every now and then. And my Playstation would be into the Dumpstation when King Kong lose to King Kong in the virtual world. When venting his anger to anything he can grab hold off, I will be living in a house of destruction. Where everything had been destroy.
What would destroy a boy the most? When his pet is getting way too much attention than its owner. I would have to bear with excessive flash lights and amusment from the public who saw my pet King-Kong. King Kong here and there. He is in the lime light while the owner is standing in King-KOng shadow. Awww. So sad.
OK. My handphone alarm is up and it acts like a family alarm clock for sahur.
