Jo Vain

Nak Berdarah, Berdarah laa
Biarkan luka di hujung jari
Nak Muntah, Muntahlaa
Hanya diguna meriangkan Hati,

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I have a smaller brother. In Sarjan Mat's clan, we call him Pakchu. Pakchu was born, when I was in standard five. I remember that day well. The rugged look of Sarjan Mat's face informing me that I have another small brother. Near the poorly maintaned tennis court beside the Mess, while we're having our PE class.


Pakchu's special. He's special, because when he was small he looked like me. People said, exactly like me.

Or was it , people remembered when I was small, I look like him. Or is it, when he's grown up, he looks like me. Hmm,..


Anyway, one thing for sure, he does look like me. Less handso-mer version of me, Yes !,


Last few Saturdays, like most people in Klang Valley, we went for Open house. We met this guy with his happy family, who gave me this peculiar look, like we've met before. His name is Aris. Only after a good half hour conversation, Aris popped up this question.


" Awok ni adek Pakchu ker ?"

(not familiar hearing this kinda question before, my heart beat went one microsecond faster). I look to Maam and emphasize the question again. Clearly.


"Awok dengar tuu dak ? Aris tanya saya, Awok nii ADEK pakchu ker ?"


Mr and maam laughed. Aris face went even peculiar.



All I can say is this. Either this guy a seasoned salesman. He gave his bussiness card earlier showing that he's from a Unit Trust co. Selling unit trust. Or, he's really honest.


And I truly hope, it's the latter.. Ha haaaaa.

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I'm also a sales-meng. I need to practice more doing the-Aris.