Despite 2012 becoming my worst year of my life ever and blah blah, dreading Hari Raya or family outings and school and exams... But actually, last year was probably my first and last year being so excited for Christmas.
At that time I had this one friend I'd call up if there's ever anything. He was the one who taught me to cycle early last year, and who was basically there for me the whole time. He'd actually done a lot for me, but that's not what this post is about. My relationship and even friendship with him ended a long time ago, and there's no use bringing up the joy I'd had with him.
I just remembered him, and a few of the things with him that made me smile. Particularly the time with him during Christmas season. He's a Christian, for all I remember. Was he? He should be, and that was why I too was so excited for the day.
Because he was my only friend, I had lots of time to ponder about what to get him for Christmas. I wanted to get something he would use, and I couldn't think of anything other than a lighter. I had my doubts at first because it was almost as if I was encouraging him to smoke. But really, our relationship practically built on our smoking habits back then.
I didn't get those cheap ones, but this stainless steel one that was fucking gorgeous. [would have gotten one for myself if I'd had more money] Of course, to make it more special, I had it engraved. His name is Nicholas Jude, and for short I called him Niccy J. Probably was the only person who ever called him that.
So that was what I got engraved on the very special lighter. Oh how pumped up I was to quickly give it to him. Of course before I did, I kept playing with the damn lighter. Kept lighting it up for my own use, because it was just too damn beautiful, what with the engraving. My goodness. I swear if I hadn't stopped smoking I'd probably have a dozen of those lighters by now.
If I remember correctly I only managed to get it into his hands a few days after Christmas itself, probably 3-4 days. He really liked it a lot, and of course he used it.
Funny thing was, the very next day, the lighter ran out of gas/fuel, whatever it's called. Was it because I used too much of it before I gave it to him? Or was it because I gave him too much stress that he was smoking so much and thus using up all the gas in the lighter?
I'll never know, because he disappeared by the third day of the new year, his 18th birthday. Never got the chance to talk to him again, and I'm not sure what happened to the corpse of that very special lighter.
Either way, I find it a little amusing for an expensive lighter to run out of gas so quickly, just after it landed in the hands of its intended recipient. And thus, that's the story of
Last Christmas, I gave you a carved lighter
But the very next day, it ran out of gas
if you had seen that tweet.
It still makes me giggle.
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