Tok Salam, my respected Grandpa used to call me bintang air mata (The Hero of Tears), for I cry a lot during my little ages. Even if I lost my Mum for a short while I would burst into tears. Ironically, these current days (I could say since high school), I hated crying – and I even almost can’t cry. Any super touching anecdote or TV dramas would never disturb me. Neither. Yet, I still cried during my teen years (for some reasons), which I would recount later in this long piece of handiwork.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Hero of Tears
Tok Salam, my respected Grandpa used to call me bintang air mata (The Hero of Tears), for I cry a lot during my little ages. Even if I lost my Mum for a short while I would burst into tears. Ironically, these current days (I could say since high school), I hated crying – and I even almost can’t cry. Any super touching anecdote or TV dramas would never disturb me. Neither. Yet, I still cried during my teen years (for some reasons), which I would recount later in this long piece of handiwork.
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