Into The Spillway It Goes

Sometimes too much information leads to overflow.

And overflow drains thought.

A 9 hour meeting is one such occurence.

From 9.30am to 6.00pm. Imagine that.

And he talks too much too.

Yes, too much information.

It's so tiring that I gotta catch a few winks before I head home.

Time Worth Spending

We had our own life.

But then again, we always had our own life.

We just had more time to see each other between classes.

But that's friends. Companions that used to have more time to meet up together.

Sometimes we have more time together. When we sat next to each other.

So having own lives may not leave you with more time with your friends.

But that little time you had left, is time worth spent.



Dedicated to Kudin, Asri, Amar, Mash, Bas.

Blissful Normal

After quite a period of serious daily driving, I finally hopped on a bus tonight

And this is because I am just back from two almost straight weeks of working at site. And I dare not leave my car at the office, for fears such as parking fine, and the rest you all can imagine yourself.

But leaving it unstarted for a long while can be troublesome too. Lucky my mechanic swapped my mechanical fuel pump with an electric unit. Thus no fear of petrol starvation.

And it started the first time, though the cranking needs about 5 seconds.

Tomorrow it shall be another long 43km ride to the office, and another one at noon. Yes, it's half day tomorrow. All thanks to the company family day starting in the evening.

Their Future

I am worried about my kids.

Here I am in Malaysia, where widespread gangsterism among kids are more and more exposed.

Kids gang-beating up each other doesn't need any excuse anymore. They can claim they are doing this purely for fun.

Then, the drugs. The smoking. The harassments. The sexual crimes. The biking gang.

That sadistic.. the world nowadays.

This too, is a catch-22 situation.

Other kids may know about violence, while my kids doesn't.

Should I expose them with violence, so they can be ready for it? I am not so sure, but part of myself tells me I should at least talk to them about it, just for the sake of preparing them to such situation.

But I know it's not right. More violence is not the solution to end violence.

First, I don't want my kids to be like them.

And then, I don't want my kids to be terrorized by them.

What can I as a parent do?

This has to stop, right here, right now.

I will think of a way, and contribute to whatever commitment to make this work.

Still Aching

Ever since my suspected dengue/chikungunya scare last November, my whole body ached, even months later.

Obviously I don't feel like fasting at all. I didn't even manage to do the six day fasting. I just don't feel like it. It's that bad, the feeling.

So, after several month of not fasting, I finally feel I should try it out.

I didn't wake up for the sahur though.

Let's see how it goes then.