Bawa kapal terbang kertasku
Supaya ternyata jelas
Isi hati ku
Yang sebenar-benar ikhlas
Hanya dia satu..."
- Kapal Terbang Kertas, Exist.
My late grandfather's house was called Buluh Perindu because of its location which was near to an area filled with bamboo trees and chestnut trees (pokok berangan). People named their home Teratak Bonda (Mawi's house), Bougenvilla, Villa Idaman etc. but our heaven was Buluh Perindu.
One of my greatest memories about Buluh Perindu was the wind. When the wind blown through the bamboo trees, the feeling was phenomenon. I could almost smelled the bamboo leaves. It was magnificent!
We used to play masak-masak with the bamboo leaves and made stuff out of the dried ones. My cousins and I used to screamed at the monkeys and used lastik to chase them away. However, when it was windy, they rarely came to harass the rambutan:)
And when there was wind, there were paper planes:)
When I was small, I created lots and lots of paper planes.
To ayah - when he asked me to give up things for the younger ones.
To ibu - when she pinched me.
To my brother, Shahmi - for getting all the attention.
To my class teacher - hoping that she'll notice my talent in story telling.
To my monitor in standard one - scolding him for disturbing me.
The ones to ayah and ibu had never been sent out because they just knew how to silent me with either jelly ice-cream or whipped potato in KFC.
The planes landed successfully inside my brother's hammock but the messages were not conveyed properly since he couldn't read.
My monitor did not get the message well. He still disturbed me even after I flew the planes over to him (guess he enjoyed getting the planes!)
During my pre-teen, I got a plane from someone who was from a different school. He saw me during an inter-school competetion. I was happy, thinking that I got a new friend. But my monitor who later became the prefect found the letter (because he checked my desk!!!) and kept the letter in his pocket.
Later on I went to a boarding school and I exchanged planes. The monitor and prefect became my long-distant friend. Thanks to his brother, however, I got a smack and pinches from ibu and was ordered not to send planes anymore. Clearly a betrayer:p
I got lots of planes from a boy who studied in the Engineering Class when I was in form five. There were planes in my desk because he was sitting at my place during the prep class. He drew pictures for me, he wrote formal letters and he sent me lyrics. I was so scared of my ibu at first I didn't reply. After some encouragement from friends, I sent him one plane asking him to bald his head.
He did. One day he passed the corridor in front of my class with his shiny head. He smiled at me and he looked like an Alien Workshop logo:P
I stopped folding papers to make paper plane after I left school. I got e-mails, I got a handphone and most importantly, I started this blog. But when things were unreparable, I occasionally wrote letters. Then I folded them and turned them into paper planes before I threw them away.
I threw a paper plane which supposed to be sent to Zeti Akhtar Aziz, asking about how to be wise in economy, when I struggled to score the Economy papers.
I threw a paper plane which supposed to be sent to ibu asking her to consider my ambition and dreams.
I threw a paper plane which supposed to be sent to my ex-boyfriend, asking for a break up.
It was like the story of Laila Isabella, when Rosyam Noor sent a paper plane to Nasha Aziz. The recipient did not received the planes:(
It has been almost 5 years since I made my last paper plane. There were so many plans, but I'm still holding it up.
I'm thinking of sending the paper plane to someone, saying...
Rindu awak jugak!
Or how about this:
Thank You for calling! Muah...muah...
THESE ARE JUST AN EXAMPLE (or perhaps not :P)
If I ask you to send a paper plane, who will you send it to and what will you say?