Again, here I am. Stuck in the middle of the sea. Doing everything close to nothing. Leaving my young, beautiful and lovely wife at home, which worries me all the time that something might happen to her while I'm who can do nothing at all to help. My car, at this shouldn't-be-this-way point, broke down. The starter went down, adding some more aji-no-moto to our,my wife and I, gloomy days. And we just lost our most beloved companion at home (you may get the story of this in the previously published words in this site).
Oh Lord, Allah the Most Gracious Almighty. Lead us. Show us the path. Lit your candle of truth so that we can see in this painful darkness.
Again, I would like to address this pain to "them", who disallowed my departure home. They still trying their best to make sure that these shits the brought in be kept away from their nose so that they don't have to suffer from the bloody smell of the shit. And somehow, in order to do that, they have to place the shitty stuff to someone else. I don't put the blame on all of you, but "some" of you, to whom it may concern.
Few more days. Hisham and Richard were always there to motivate me, to keep me strong on my own feet, to make me walk with beautiful balance along the hairline bridge. I keep their words nicely, somewhere on top of my logic and analytical side of my brain, so that I can keep myself standing up whenever I might feel down. But not now. Hell no. I'm giving them few more days. And if these things don't get any better, then that's it. I have to stand strong for myself. I have to stand strong for my wife.
To my radiantly wonderful wife,
I will always love you. Please, keep in your mind that whatever happens, it only makes my love to you stronger. Never weaker. Not even a single drop of dust. Wait for me at home, and when I'm there in front of you soon, I will do nothing, unless I've given you the tightest hug you always dream for, so tight that even a tiny piece of light couldn't ever get through between us.
I promise.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
JUST FOR YOU, MAY...
Dear May,
I still remember the first time my mother brought you to us. You were very small. Your orange fur was pale, but you had a pair of bright bluish eyes.
As you grew up with us around you, we tried hard to make ourselves comfortable with your presence. We had June earlier than you, but you somehow managed to get along with him pretty well. I guess it was just your nature. You could get along with anyone without any hesitation.
You were very naughty. You bite everything. You were always there when we were having our meals. You would try to apply your slick tactics just to get close to our food. That was why you would always be left alone in the toilet, locked inside until we finish. Hehe...that was really funny, as you would pull inside the toilet's doormat using your tiny leg.
I will never forget the time when we played together. Remember that you once jumped over me when I lied down, so high that you looked like flying? I still have the video of it in my phone, and I even sent it out to my dad, trying to tell him how crazy you were when you play.
You never knew the meaning of exhausted. You played like hell. You ran here and there. You jumped everywhere. You enjoyed yourself teasing June, which was 4 or 5 times bigger than you. You just didn't care, as long as you have someone plays with you.
I took you for a bath one day, and you never looked so funny. You fur was totally wet, and it exposed how small you were. You were scared as hell. You fought all the way, but hey, you were just a kitten. You could never fight a man...hehe.
You did bad things too, despite your cuteness when you play. You pissed on our bed several times. You pissed on the newspapers and magazines. You even pissed on my travel bags. Worse, you even dumped your dung sometimes around the house, even though we bought you a nice pack of sand and container for you on that purpose.
Yes, I know. Sometimes we've been very hard on you. Especially me. Sometimes I thougt I was too hard on you. I hit your ears most of the time. I slapped your head hard enough to make you scared of me (well, for few minutes only). We were very angry when you took your leak as if the house is a huge toilet bowl. We were very angry too when you just didn't want to understand that we don't want to be bothered when we were eating. We gave you nice and expensive food, but you still wanted what we were eating. Chicken, rice, ice cream, buah kurma...everything. What kind of cat were you?
But hey, we do love you. We always do. I was far away from you when you left. When Mama told me that you were gone, I tried hard not to think of the memories we had together, because it will only bring tears to my eyes. I was there when you were happy. I was there when you were sick. I was there when you grew up and blossomed. But I wasn't there when you die.
Thank you, for everything. For taking care of Mama when I wasn't home. For being a great companion to us, and also to June. Now he's going to be alone. The doctor said he was crying and looking for you, that makes me feel so sad when thinking about it.
You were very naughty, but we loved you.You were scarily playful, but we loved you.You were bad at times, but we loved you.No matter what, we really loved you, and we still do even when you were gone.
Take care of yourself in the next life.
May you rest in peace.
p/s: I really hope that you could read this, so that you'd know how much we love you.
With love,
Papa & Mama
I still remember the first time my mother brought you to us. You were very small. Your orange fur was pale, but you had a pair of bright bluish eyes.
As you grew up with us around you, we tried hard to make ourselves comfortable with your presence. We had June earlier than you, but you somehow managed to get along with him pretty well. I guess it was just your nature. You could get along with anyone without any hesitation.
You were very naughty. You bite everything. You were always there when we were having our meals. You would try to apply your slick tactics just to get close to our food. That was why you would always be left alone in the toilet, locked inside until we finish. Hehe...that was really funny, as you would pull inside the toilet's doormat using your tiny leg.
I will never forget the time when we played together. Remember that you once jumped over me when I lied down, so high that you looked like flying? I still have the video of it in my phone, and I even sent it out to my dad, trying to tell him how crazy you were when you play.
You never knew the meaning of exhausted. You played like hell. You ran here and there. You jumped everywhere. You enjoyed yourself teasing June, which was 4 or 5 times bigger than you. You just didn't care, as long as you have someone plays with you.
I took you for a bath one day, and you never looked so funny. You fur was totally wet, and it exposed how small you were. You were scared as hell. You fought all the way, but hey, you were just a kitten. You could never fight a man...hehe.
You did bad things too, despite your cuteness when you play. You pissed on our bed several times. You pissed on the newspapers and magazines. You even pissed on my travel bags. Worse, you even dumped your dung sometimes around the house, even though we bought you a nice pack of sand and container for you on that purpose.
Yes, I know. Sometimes we've been very hard on you. Especially me. Sometimes I thougt I was too hard on you. I hit your ears most of the time. I slapped your head hard enough to make you scared of me (well, for few minutes only). We were very angry when you took your leak as if the house is a huge toilet bowl. We were very angry too when you just didn't want to understand that we don't want to be bothered when we were eating. We gave you nice and expensive food, but you still wanted what we were eating. Chicken, rice, ice cream, buah kurma...everything. What kind of cat were you?
But hey, we do love you. We always do. I was far away from you when you left. When Mama told me that you were gone, I tried hard not to think of the memories we had together, because it will only bring tears to my eyes. I was there when you were happy. I was there when you were sick. I was there when you grew up and blossomed. But I wasn't there when you die.
Thank you, for everything. For taking care of Mama when I wasn't home. For being a great companion to us, and also to June. Now he's going to be alone. The doctor said he was crying and looking for you, that makes me feel so sad when thinking about it.
You were very naughty, but we loved you.You were scarily playful, but we loved you.You were bad at times, but we loved you.No matter what, we really loved you, and we still do even when you were gone.
Take care of yourself in the next life.
May you rest in peace.
p/s: I really hope that you could read this, so that you'd know how much we love you.
With love,
Papa & Mama
Saturday, October 20, 2007
SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI
I hope it is not to late for me to wish all of you a wonderful Eid Mubarak.
SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI
MAAF ZAHIR BATIN
p/s: I'm currently at the sea now, somewhere near the border of Malaysia-Thailand, so the activity of writing is kinda restricted
SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI
MAAF ZAHIR BATIN
p/s: I'm currently at the sea now, somewhere near the border of Malaysia-Thailand, so the activity of writing is kinda restricted
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
BLAST OFF!
Congratulations, Dr. Sheikh Muszafar.
To hell, Malaysia.
How much did you spend for this space program? Somewhere close to a figure with 10 zeros at the back?
Oh wow! Yes, I always agree that our nation is in need of technology development. But I will never agree when you (the G) have to spend so much money to send a single person out of the orbit. Oh yes, that doctor will keep in his mind forever on his experience right now, but don't forget, we still have poverty issues around our beloved country.
By the way, have you guys ever heard about Tan Sri Hassan Marican's interview, saying that Petronas is so much capable of distributing to each Malaysian an amount of RM3000 but they didn't do so as they have to hand over 77% of their profit to the G?
Well, I'll definitely write about this, but not now. We will meet again some other time.
To hell, Malaysia.
How much did you spend for this space program? Somewhere close to a figure with 10 zeros at the back?
Oh wow! Yes, I always agree that our nation is in need of technology development. But I will never agree when you (the G) have to spend so much money to send a single person out of the orbit. Oh yes, that doctor will keep in his mind forever on his experience right now, but don't forget, we still have poverty issues around our beloved country.
By the way, have you guys ever heard about Tan Sri Hassan Marican's interview, saying that Petronas is so much capable of distributing to each Malaysian an amount of RM3000 but they didn't do so as they have to hand over 77% of their profit to the G?
Well, I'll definitely write about this, but not now. We will meet again some other time.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
SELAMAT BERPUASA
Oh syahdunya puasa. Penat. Lapar. Dan paling penting, tekak dah kering!
Orang kata puasa ni bagus. Boleh mengurangkan berat badan (kepada orang yang mempunyai berat yang tak sepatutnya). Boleh juga merehatkan organ-organ dalaman badan yang kerja tak berhenti-henti sepanjang tahun. Boleh juga menguji sejauh mana ketahanan mental dan fizikal. Boleh kurangkan belanja dengan mengurangkan belian barang makanan harian, kecuali la kalau jenis buka puasa makan macam 765 tahun tak makan. Memang peniaga pasar Ramadhan tersengih lebar la kalau nampak muka yang macam tu.
Semua benda berkurang. Kecuali satu. Beban kerja.
Yeah, I know. I've been mumbling about this over and over again. And yes, I want to stop complaining about it. But before I stop, let me say a few words as closing.
Schlumberger, I hate you.
Friends of Schlumberger, don't worry. I don't mean that to you guys. Just to those "certain people".
Sekian, terima kasih.
Orang kata puasa ni bagus. Boleh mengurangkan berat badan (kepada orang yang mempunyai berat yang tak sepatutnya). Boleh juga merehatkan organ-organ dalaman badan yang kerja tak berhenti-henti sepanjang tahun. Boleh juga menguji sejauh mana ketahanan mental dan fizikal. Boleh kurangkan belanja dengan mengurangkan belian barang makanan harian, kecuali la kalau jenis buka puasa makan macam 765 tahun tak makan. Memang peniaga pasar Ramadhan tersengih lebar la kalau nampak muka yang macam tu.
Semua benda berkurang. Kecuali satu. Beban kerja.
Yeah, I know. I've been mumbling about this over and over again. And yes, I want to stop complaining about it. But before I stop, let me say a few words as closing.
Schlumberger, I hate you.
Friends of Schlumberger, don't worry. I don't mean that to you guys. Just to those "certain people".
Sekian, terima kasih.
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