The Games and Hobbies

It is a routine, early in the morning, jogging in the park with my wife.  The day is just getting started, the sun light showing a little to indicate, it is a new daybreak of today as the day before and the days will be of many to come.  We have chosen a seat provided by the park, a seat with a well designed hut, we help ourselves be seated, and sipping coffee we have carried, wiping away sweats by towel and resting we are for a while before to continue the routine jogging.

There are other joggers around, having a temporary rest to ease the muscles of both legs. Jogger I “I was unable to sleep when I woke up at five Am.  I was just didn’t know what to do, TV, Radio or DVD, none I have interested as I am tired of all. Day in day out same old movies and songs or music” Jogger II “So what happen and how did you kill off those boring times?” It looks like the jogger II was having the same situation of waking early in the morning before daybreak and Mr. Sleep refused to take him back.

I was having the same old experience on and off in the middle of the night.  It was not only once, it was many and countless, and it was in my childhood, “youthhood”, “younghood” and middle age hood.

During my teenage after school time, I was needed to help my father to take care of the grocery shop.  The shop was opened early morning at 7.00am to 10.00pm daily, 365 and ¼ day a year. The business was too good to be true and most of the time I was having nothing to do.

It was bored and bored and I thought I was unable to grow older as I would be killed by the Mr. Bored before I get old.  It was all these experiences, training myself to get to learn and to like and to hook on games, all games any games that suitable for aged group.  It is true, I prepare myself during teenage for the aged.

Jogger I and Jogger II went off and I was not able to get to know the answer of killing Mr. Bored.  Jogger III and jogger IV joined in to our usual rest hut.  I have another conversation or small talk to add to my storage bank of one of the portion of my memory brain.

Jogger III started “our neighbor’s neighbor, the one on my right, her remote relatives’ remote relative, the one we all known as Mrs. Broadcaster. Her neighbor’s mother, living alone in the house, she has sons and daughters” Jogger IV “Yes, yes I know her, it is so heard that the sons, some are having good jobs and either working overseas or other states and daughters are married off  with rich husbands.” Jogger III “Do you know what happened to them? According to Mrs. Broadcaster, there were home to accompany her for a few days one after another for the first few years.  Thereafter they just back to visit her for a few minutes and for the couple of years, no one came to pay her a visit and no financial support as well!!”

Jogger IV “yes, yes I heard, I heard and the poor old lady needed quite often to have three meals support from the neighbors!” Jogger III “According to Mrs. Broadcaster, There was once she needed to send her to the hospital middle of the night because she was suffer a high fever” Jogger IV “yes, yes there was also one incident, the poor old lady fell and suffered fractured and needed her neighbor to call ambulance to picked her up for hospitalized a few days”

Passing by jogger stopped and joined “So what happened to her now?” Jogger III “What do you mean by what happen o her now?” Passing by jogger “I mean everything, her daily meals and who is taking care of her?”  Jogger III “I don’t know, no hear from Mrs. Broadcaster”

Thereafter no more small talks and silence was covered at this part of the park; we moved and continued our daily jogging.  Having stories to add to our memory bank, it is not necessary to have a seat at a hut or any resting place.  While we are jogging along the jogging lane stories could be heard over here and there, at times or all the time.

It is said, so and so, who and who, hooked to the hobbies of gambling, losing all cash in hand and in the bank.  Selling business and properties and I said “they are ok; they are at least not selling their wives and their children or their parents, brothers and sisters!!”  It is said so and so, who and who hooked to the hobbies of drugs taking, beating wife or no wife but parents for fund to get drugs. Stealing and house break in are their expertise, they said, it is enjoying.  You dares not they dare, you scare they don’t, after all happy and happy go lucky, once get caught, free meals and have a place to stay!!

It is so said and so reported,  one beautiful and young student, in her sweat seventeen, parents are multi-billionaire, get her car and anything she needs, best of all, gave her great body and she is so enjoyed of her own body and richness of parents.  She hooked to the hobbies of getting best enjoyment that money can’t buy, having sex of different males, testing young, testing old and testing other different races.  It is I said and I wonder, will she really feel proud of such and experiences by the time she is aged and have children of her own?

Next Topic:  will only know Tomorrow or the day after Tomorrow.



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