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In the hot weather the ringing of the apek ais-krim's bell is like sweet music to the ears of many including mine.
It doesn't matter if life post-SPM now affords me the acknowledgement that i am not longer a kid but not yet a man (kinda like that Britney song)and that certain things are discouraged for that i-am-now-an-adult status, i've been the apek's loyal customer since time immemmorial and its not going to stop now.
'Apek, aiskrim 5' i declared as he stopped his lethargic cycling, one each for the denizens of the Great House including me. He broke into a servile grin as soon as he clapped his eyes upon me and set to work in a pace far too brisk for an old man. Before i know it 5 ais-krims soon exchanged hands and already he was working on another. Thinking that it was for the already gathering crowd of kids i handed him the RM2.50. He handed me the finished cone and gave me back my 50 cent. "Abang punya pasal,kasi diskaun maa" he explained.I must've looked very confused then, i gestured to the extra cone he gave me and to this he replied 'itu abang punya' before giving me crisp salutes.
6 ais-krims in my hand and i'm still confused for the 'abang' reference, salutes and the extra cone before a sudden gust answered me. It blew cool over the shaven sides of my head, my final act of adolescent defiance before entering adulthood. A mohawk which i've forgotten about.
It doesn't matter if life post-SPM now affords me the acknowledgement that i am not longer a kid but not yet a man (kinda like that Britney song)and that certain things are discouraged for that i-am-now-an-adult status, i've been the apek's loyal customer since time immemmorial and its not going to stop now.
'Apek, aiskrim 5' i declared as he stopped his lethargic cycling, one each for the denizens of the Great House including me. He broke into a servile grin as soon as he clapped his eyes upon me and set to work in a pace far too brisk for an old man. Before i know it 5 ais-krims soon exchanged hands and already he was working on another. Thinking that it was for the already gathering crowd of kids i handed him the RM2.50. He handed me the finished cone and gave me back my 50 cent. "Abang punya pasal,kasi diskaun maa" he explained.I must've looked very confused then, i gestured to the extra cone he gave me and to this he replied 'itu abang punya' before giving me crisp salutes.
6 ais-krims in my hand and i'm still confused for the 'abang' reference, salutes and the extra cone before a sudden gust answered me. It blew cool over the shaven sides of my head, my final act of adolescent defiance before entering adulthood. A mohawk which i've forgotten about.
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