Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Happenings Then

July 26 - Normal day as usual. SSDD. How was my fasting? At least I tried.

July 27 - Tried to catch up with work. Simply outrun.

July 28 - Aug. 7 - Counting the days toward the ramadhan.

Aug. 8 - Went to Kebun Raya in Avanza. Happy moments with DJ and Abrisam. DJ managed to go through the day albeit feeling lumply. But, overall, everyone's happy. Until the night came as we were on our way to dinner in d'Cost. Celeng naik motor ngebut dari kiri gak pake lampu sign langsung motong kanan. And hit the left front door. Paid the cost to fix it. Ouch.

Aug. 9 - Prep'd the REVMax presentation.

Aug. 10 - Continue prep'd the presentation. Tarawih pertama dimusholla kompleks. Asked Imam & Iva for help.

Aug. 11? We'll... let's see...
Conduct the meeting for 2 hours. Gave Eric some advice. DOTW couldn't connect.... Pretty much the usual stuff.
Buka puasa dirumah Chef Ivan, pulang, tidur. Gak bisa nyenyak lah... DJ masih suffers so she still ngrengek. I feel sorry for not being able to feel and relief her pain. Wish I could. Really.

Jokingly I referred Lely as "mbok Emban" which in my head resembles a plump, kind & comforting aunty in the old days. And, I meant that as a compliment as she had been accompanying Vv so far. And, that's is something.

Too bad, Vv didn't have the common sense to with hold my mind and Lely took it wrongly, I believe, not knowing what I had in my mind with the title.

Most of the times, I feel sorry for myself for failing to understand that Vv just does not have the brain- and will-power as I had expected. She is the 4yo girl I found lost amongst the crowd in my dreams, long time back. And, I'm afraid, forever she's 4yo child, no matter how you tried to develop her. The brain-power, and, worst, the will-power are just what she needs....since long time ago. Sorry love. But, that's true.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

A moment to ponder


In the next few hours, forty years ago, a baby boy would've been born.

Forty years ago.....
It seems so distant, yet I could still vividly conjuring all the errs as if they were just happened yesterday....

Forty years ago....
And, nobody to tell me how fast the time will fly over me, nor how meaningful the time remaining would be.

Forty years ago...
Some said that life has just began, but I disagree.
For I could never be able to erase all the mistakes I made this far.
Or, many more mistakes I would stupidly stumble upon henceforth.

Forty years ago...
What have I done so far?

Forty years ago...

Eid Milad, my friend...