Noel the great
Many girls talk about their teddy bears all the time, but not boys. Its more like the taboo thing where you dont say ‘I love you’ to your girlfriend in front of your guy friends. As stupid as some of these subculture, outdated thinkings might sound, those actions still remain as one of the few unforgiven acts within the manhood fellowship. And I am placing my future, career and my existing circle of friends in huge risk by writing this entry - that I have a teddy bear. For those who had already passed out when I made the first exclusive disclosure, good for you. For those who survived it, here’s another one - my teddy has a name. Its a HE and his name is NOEL (No·ël).
*I would assume everyone’s dead by now, either by laughing to death or shocked to death or simply by dont-know-how-to-react to death*
Wokay, now that we’ve smashed the taboo into infinite pieces of uh…little broken taboos, let me introduce you to Noel - the great egoistic bear. Karen made me adopted him when we were celebrating my 20th birthday 3 years back. Little I could do back then since I badly wanted our first kiss that night, so I promptly complied. He has been with me ever since, crossing tens of thousands of miles from Malaysia to US, sleeping in the same bed with me and take care of my well being . In fact, he is solely responsible for many of my sweet dream sleeps. Whenever I have a deja-vu in my dream that some ugly looking, blood-sucking demons with oversized boobs are going to turn my cozy night into a nightmare, Noel will appears in my dream with his rusted Excalibur and protects me in anyway he can possibly think of. I am serious.
Here’s a few random facts about Noel.
- » He always sleeps at the top right side of my shoulder.
- » He wears a Rosary around his neck. He’s not that holy; I caught him watching Playboy one time! Wait, that was actually me..
- » Karen loves to spray her favourite perfume onto his sweater. He doesnt complain. I cant complain. Sometimes I really think we are not that different.
- » Noel was humping male dolls quite a lot lately. I never judge him. Karen and I had promised to love him no matter what’s his choice of sexual orientation might be. We will also stand right behind him should he decides to join the military or anti-globalization rally.
- » Noel rarely smiles. He has always wanted to quash the stereotype that all teddy bears are cute and adorable.
- » I didnt pack him into one of those sad looking postal box when Karen and I had a ‘temporary break-up’ a while back. He and I have so much history. Besides, he told me he was scared of dark.
- » I’ve never said ‘thank you’ to him when he chased away those demons. I never say ‘Good Morning’ to him either when i wake up every morning. I never say anything nice to him. Yet he is always there.
