Niang

Niang is a very special person. She looks like a nice harmless person, but she really is not. In actual fact, she is the scariest person I know that is about 1.5m in height.

I thought of her today when I was eating cheese. Like me, Niang loves cheese. Like me, she also loves books. And like me, she's also very clever (but of course she's cleverer). Oh, and rude too. (She's the rudest person I know, even ruder than me. But I like it when she's rude to me because it's funny!)

Our relationship is a strange one. We're friends, I think. And then again, we're not. So it's like a love hate relationship. Sometimes we love each other and sms each other non-stop. Other times, we quarrel and call each other rude names. Or she asks me to go away and not disturb her.

We don't talk very often. We don't meet very often. But sometimes I'll see something and say to myself "I think that sucker Niang will like that", or I'll remember funny stories to tell her. And I know although she tells me she hates me, she'll beat up anybody who bullies me, and she'll lend me her ultra precious books if I beg hard enough.

So Niang, every time I eat cheese, I promise I will pause and think of you for at least 10 seconds.

PS And by the way, Niang, I promise to pray for you everyday, to grow taller.