Silver Lining

Bad luck could only be that bad. How many times do we, Tawauese speak of the "crime" cities in KL? Too many to recall.

Though we are as far as the east (Sabah) and the west (the peninsular), we Tawauese at least has friends and relatives now and again keep us in the loop about friends of our friends, or friends of the friends' relatives fell victims to an unfortunate snatch and robberies. Yes, we are that informed compare to some ignorant KL folks. So whatever happens, it reminds us as a wake-up call that in one way or another, would hit close to home.

But today,it hit home. Glad Lee was not badly injured. Only minor scratches around the arm. More relieve was nothing to be appeared as stabbing woulds. We all know how common it is.

Has to be more alert on the street and road. Seems has to be, everywhere nowadays.

But not a sinkhole under our bed, wouldn't we?

Sensitive Business

My voice was trembling when I spoke. My heart was beating faster than usual. A familiar phenomena whenever I got myself into a debate. Heated debates seems more and more foreign to me nowadays.

I guess both of us got too emotional tonight. Yes, a business about everybody else's business. It was sensitive. A heated debate ensued.

We had not discuss about this business when we were at tender age. Simply because business is business. Nothing involved the youngs. As we have gotten into adulthood, things have been different. I guess it will always be, until we reach a certain age, when the business becomes personal. Too personal until we all go our separate ways.

When we truly know-how. Truly grow.

CIA

It was quite vague the last time someone in my life told a lie. I vividly have and idea the last time I lied. Something related to my job interview.

Cross my fingers hoping Saturday won't blow my cover. I might have had stretched the truth a little bit. Not far. I admit it was for selfish endeavor. But I have been good since the beginning. In some extend, it was not supposed to be biggie. It still depends though.

I know by now his true colors. He was easy to be deceived. A paranoid freak. That is how I got in the job. In deeper.

Whatever will happen, Saturday, if you could just back me up and make it invisible, save my ass, I will raise the glass and cheer you.

I got one day.

Time as Tide

Time waits for no men. Just like time has no friend. Nor foe. It simply passing.

I always thought time is cruel. But it is cruel. Time goes by without waiting for someone; as earth would not stop for anyone. The whole world will never even stop to peek on how perfect you are, if you are. Because nobody is.

It seems quite unusual for me to drop out of school at my most pressing moment. During that time, I was supposed to make up my mind. Even now I'm 2 years behind my old pals, I feel blessed like given second life.

I've seen myself grown so much in my two-year breather on account of time has once become my friend. The magical thing about time is, it gives clean slate. A chance to make me grow and amend to be better human being, a better 22-year old. (and onwards!)

Because of this second chance, I owe it to time. I will always treasure time like an old friend. Only time I can trust.

I'll never bring back time to right the biggest wrong, at the very least if not all. I can only buy time, but not more time. What is left, will only and always be the broken pieces. The only memories.

You can't blame. Nor complain. It simply passing.