In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.
I finally understood fully by what G Hustler meant when he said I am different.
I am really different on a whole other level.
It is not easy to explain what happened to make me realise that fact and it is not easy to explain why I am different.
I seriously need therapy, man.
But I cannot afford that so I decided to tell my colleague that I would like to start work 30 minutes later so I could do some gardening.
I was pleasantly surprised that G Hustler had already prepared the material I needed. I thought I had to do more work with it but it was done to perfection. Noice! I still remember how he passed it to me at work. If I was more efficient that day, I would have been like a North Korean traffic marshal, managing the queues.
Also, I received the key card to our SG office from him. Whuuuuut~ I know, right?! It’s like receiving a promotion! Only better!
I feel so comfortable there. I feel so right at home. Well, I used to reside in Tampines West for maybe 5 years or less so that might explain why I feel super comfortable there. Damn, I miss working in that office now!
As I was sowing this morning, I felt like I was taken back to that small room, with G Hustler hovering behind me, scrutinising the way I work. Sometimes he would bring in his acoustic guitar and play some random song or even make up a song as I went along. But he mostly would poke fun at me and in order to counter that, I would jab back with a sexual joke that would make him cringe so hard that he leaves me alone. Hahaha! Dummy!
Hopefully, my greens would grow well after sowing them with good memories.
And Allah knows best. – MM