Let’s give ’em something to talk about

Team MY Gadis, January 2022

It has been two years since the team MY Gadis raced in the Royal Langkawi International Regatta 2020. One of the scariest things I’ve done in my life, definitely. To be part of this adventure and still charting its path onwards with really awesome people, it’s exciting and nerve wrecking at the same time.

The takeaway from that regatta and from the past year are plenty but we agreed that the main one is being picky is a good thing. We are blessed with supporters rooting for us, although the pressure is sometimes a bit heavy to carry.

May we be able to do what we set out to do.

Things I’m grateful for: 15 Apr 14

Colleagues, friends, comrades

People, not things for this entry.  I’m grateful for my friends, who used to be my colleagues in BT.  We grew together professionally and developed our own strengths in the different branches of the industry and yet we remain comrades until today.  We’re all so different, but we get along so well.  Most of the time.  Haha.

It is just me bleeding

I don’t lepak with my very old friends as often as I’d like to.  Most of them aren’t in my time zone anyway so I’m mostly on my own, unless the hacks have time to meet up.  Cin, Sara and PK came to the house during Eid and it was a nice change from having to choose a public place where we’re charged to drink tap water.

Coy is currently here, due to a sad family matter.  While I wished the situation was different, it was nice to have her around and catch up.

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I remember the passing of Comot’s mum was the first death of a friend’s family member in 1994.  We’ve left school and have started to go our separate academic ways.  Yet the girls gathered at her old house in Semarak, although I don’t remember being of any help.

In time, I learned what should be done at such times and tried to be more useful in anyway I could.  Sometimes it’s cleaning up after the guests have left and at others it’s taking a shift reading verses from the holy book or just staying close at hand should your friend or family member need you.

This week, I thought again of arwah Mike, Zooreq and adik Hazim.   The good die young.  Mike’s son would be the same age as Noah now.  I hope he’s growing up well and will someday know how much his mother loved him.

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I thought the answer was clear enough yet my fickle mind plays tricks on me.  I know what is the right thing to do but there is a part of me that’s still being stubborn enough to have hope when I shouldn’t.

Why write when you can moan

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that is wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

                                                                  Margaret Atwood 

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The saddest song you ever heard
The most you said with just one word
The loneliest prayer you every prayed
The truest vow you ever made
What makes you laugh, what makes you cry
What makes you mad, what gets you by
Your highest high, your lowest low
These are the things I want to know

                                                                        Don Henley’s Inside Out

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Five hours spent talking into the small hours.  About life, about the service, about people.  There were two gentlemen at the table who shared many stories with me, for which I am grateful.  Bila nak commission? Tak tau la, Tuan, harapnya tahun ni.

Simply awesome

I saw Frank Warren live in March 2010 in St. Louis. It’s still amazing to see him addressing a crowd, and he was on TED.