"Three-kidded" father-to-be

next month insyallah...

Al-Fatihah to Adik Nurin

SHAH ALAM: Ujian asid deoksiribonukleik (DNA) mengesahkan sampel darah mayat kanak-kanak yang ditemui dalam beg pakaian di Taman Petaling Utama, Isnin lalu, sepadan dengan ibu bapa Nurin Jazlin Jazimin, 8, yang dilaporkan hilang sejak sebulan lalu (Berita Harian Online 21/9/07).

...al-Fatihah to Adik Nurin.

The moment the music dies.

I went out for lunch with friends today. Being a passenger in a newly borrowed MPV, i felt very impressive. I studied the MPV's whole internal surrounding and start imagining my kids running and giggling in this large, spacious area while being entertained by the DVD plays on the LCD screen. Oh, very much comfort...

Finished lunch. Back in the basement area.

I open the back passenger slider door to get in the abovementioned vehicle. Everything seems perfect, until when I tried to slide-close the door. The door didn't move. It gave no response to my afterlunch strength. I tried to figure out any extra techniques, buttons or whatsoever, but nothing work.

Then I jump out and try to close the door from the outside, also didn't work. Finally, with full determination, strength and some curses, the door finally closed.

There goes all the wonderful imagination, the love at first ride. This spacious, beautifully-built vehicle is neither meant for me, nor my family...

The office rocks again

Not earthquake this time.

Just some little rearrangement of the furniture. I move towards the window, closer to the fresh atmosphere, to be sure enough air will enter my lungs. I can easily raise the blinds and open the windows. A good air ventilation is important my friends, especially when you spend most of your time here.

The other thing is - smoking in an enclosed area is not a good thing to try.

Lima puluh tahun merdeka

I was born after 18 years of independence. By comparison to a typical kid in this country, 18 is the number of freedom. No more schools. Can find a job, own money, own cigarettes, do the donts, etc. I am convinced Malaysia is more than those at that particular time. That was the 70's. At least the number of school was increasing, instead of no more school. I can't remember much though.

25 years of independence - I was in the primary school. For a 25 years old man, he is supposed to have a good career and income. Able to start and support a family. Malaysia at that time from my 7 years old view was looking great. Business was good, sports was good and finally we can afford our own car.

35 years of independence - I finished my secondary school. 35 for a man, represents maturity. No more nonsense - focus. And so did this country. Being on the right track, we already knew how to be established, how to break records, how to manipulate the situation. Oh! we won the Thomas Cup!

Men in their 40's are often associated with middle life crisis. They became less mature. Start spending on unnecessaries. For those who get married when they were 25, family crisis started to occur. 1997 - I was in the university then. Malaysian internet was at its early years. Craps can be delivered and accessed by anyone. The peace in the coutry was shaken by some high-class political dramas. Business wasn't going very well too. High investment in sports development started to give the unexpected outcomes.

Now, here we are, heading to the 50th year of independence.

Commonly associated with illnesses, a 50 years old man should be mature enough to face any challenge. Slow and steady the called it. But today, I read the news where a man in his 50's kicked his own wife when he caught her spying on him when he was with another woman, grandpas were put in jail for drugs possession, bribery, sexual harrassments, etc.

Then I realized, a 50 years old man also could be a convict! ... and are lacking of energy to play any sports...

SELAMAT MENYAMBUT HARI KEMERDEKAAN YANG KE-50.