FIRST LOVE

No guys. This is not about my first love affair. This is about first love. It could be yours, your friends or people unknown to you. It could also be an advice or simply pure fictitious writing. I shall let you guys be the judge of it. (This could be a never ending story, berkilometer panjangnya so you have been warned)

As I was having my usual Coffee Ginseng Tarik in one of the busiest Mamak Restoren in Ampang Point at about 12 midnight, I could see a lot of couple sitting, chatting, laughing, crying, arguing and mostly looks like they are in love (or pretending to be in love) hoping to satisfy whatever desire playing in their mind. The thing that is quite alarming is to see a lot of teenages and I am wondering why they are still up and out of their safe home at this wee hours. Taking another sip of my steaming Coffee Ginseng Tarik, I start to ponder on what is love and trying to narrow it down to "what is first love".

Maybe its just the effect of caffeine in the coffee or could probably be due to me missing somebody. I don't know. Nevertheless, I would say first love is when a baby is born. Tones of happiness is in the air when you have the previledge of looking into the tender faces and touch the softness of their skin. A baby fragant is always soothing.... Indescribable.

The fatherly love (if you are a man) or motherly love (if you are a woman) becomes a very strong bondage between the parent and their child. At this point, the song entitled CHILD starts to linger in my mind. There's so much truth in the lyrics. Then the episode of pain and gain in bringing up the child for the parent as well as the growing up process for the child begins. Sad to say that some of this first love became an accumulating hatred until finally its "I hate you" kind of thing. The love just vaporised. It make me think, how very true, that to build, may have to be slow and laborious task of years but to destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day. There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for every pain, but the first joy of our hearts comes never back again!

Admiring some of the teenage beauty, which sometimes made my old heart pound frantically, I cannot stop myself from asking the same question over and over again. Why, why and why. Have you not get enough love at home that you are now exposing yourself to this dangerous outside world? Or is it the rebellious growing up attitude that you have picked up along the growing process? Or could it be a lot safer out here than back home? I wonder.

By now the time flies. Its already almost 2 am and the orders for teh tarik, maggie goreng, chapatti, roti canai, air suam etc etc keeps the mamak really busy. Once a while you can hear shouting from the other end of the shop "Hoi mamak, tak mau meniaga ka ha! And those Indian origin waiter rush to them with their smiling forgiving faces, couldn't be bothered with the insulting words of the clients. Salute to them. These are real businessman.

Anyway, I received my 4th drink and after a sip, decided to focus on my first love thinggy. To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn. This is an undeniable statement. When you think you have understood something or someone, than new things emerged. You start to rethink thus forgetting that feeling that you had with that someone. A gems cannot be polished without friction, nor a man (or woman) perfected without trials. The question here is what happen after trials. If guilty is the judgment, how to be fair in the punishment? This is love that we are talking about not a criminal offence. When your first love did something wrong, do you leave them or worst still kill them or their feelings? If the answer is straight "YES" then it is only you that you are punishing and your death is confirmed. You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down and hopefully you survive. But I've seen to many corpse at the bottom of the cliff.

Life's a great thing and I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself as the purest love lies where it is least expected. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves. When it comes to giving, some people stop at nothing. Only first love provide all those. It is pure and sweet and full of life. Kind and compassionate act is often its own reward when you truly believed. But when you stop believing then before even knowing it you are already nearing the bottom of the cliff.

There are a lot of broken hearted people in this universe. Most of it is caused by WORDS. One of the very best rules of conversation is to never, say anything which any of the company wish had been left unsaid. But we just cannot follow this simple rule. Sometimes we say things with intention but most of the time, normally in arguments, we say things that we do not have any intention which caused your love ones to wonder and wounded at the same time.

A man who desires a house cannot, except in the Arabian Nights, have it rise before him as a result of his mere wish; time and labor must be expended before his wish can be gratified. It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

P.S. It is not that long afterall. But I shall post the part 2 of First Love soon.... Good night all lovers out there and may GOD blessed all of you.