Today I was told a 'sebak' story,
its not a sad story,
far away from those mushy tears tears kinda
story but its just a soft story about how
life is sometime not that yellow brick with
flowers along the way.
Thorns and puddle is also
there to make us happy.
She told the story all so nicely and I heard
every bit of them. Yes sis.. with your pic in
the computer screen, imagining u were talking
to me tru, I listen to every breath u exhaled
and even your smile seems so clear through that
cheap handphone speaker of mine.
Along the story there was this moment where she
told me about the main character healed from
his sickness and started to ask for food. Even
wanting to go out and about, going for boat
rides and singing competition...
The part where she mentioned
'There was i doing all the thing he wanted to
do .. Its nearly the same as granting someone's
Listening to this, I broke down,
yes u guys know me, i'm the kind of guy who
would break in tears even at that movie 'real
steel' and armageddon.
I guess that is it with pengarah, writers and
a good story teller, they know where to rip off
our heart and tear it apart. Let u felt pity for
the main character and then they show u the
light from it all like Atom from 'RealSteel'
They let u feel pity with Malaysia playing
againts Indonesia, and they let the match end
with a heart tormenting penalty that resulted
in the hero's winning.
Oh wait seminit, that was real life.
...and that is what we need to be pocketeers,
we need to tell stories that could bring
tears of joy to readers. a smile unintentionally
sparkled by the end of the paragraph.
a wind of relief as the hero won in the end.
oh.. i'm not that good yet,
sure hope i can be one someday :D
PS: yes yes, its suppose to be 'her' story,
but i cant tell her story without her permision
can i? plus... even if she do ask me to write
about it, i dont think i'm that good yet ^^