Not the usual suspect

At the time of writing, I have lost all the feeling. When I first received the unexpected but jubilant news from my significant half my feeling was beyond description. Time has eroded all my emotion. Almost. I was speechless as zillion of euphoric feeling flooding the inner me. That day I sat quietly at the dimly lit corner of the airport lounge and after so many years, I shed my triumphant tears again. The last time was 11 years ago, after the three mat saleh examiners of my PhD viva shook my hand and uttered that magic words... "Congratulation Dr Razak!"

Whether it was a sheer luck or his brain cell developed exponentially brilliant after consuming too much talk nineteen to the dozen by my significant half, my second progeny finally succeeded to line himself in his school hall of fame, following the footstep of his elderly brother three years ago. In the beginning, he was neither the bookworm stereotype nor the person who was willing to spend 5 minutes munching the numbers. Although in appearance I have to admit there is quite an evidence that he is trying very hard to look very smart. You've finally made it my son!

I have to thank my luvly jubly significant half for her countless sacrifices, sheer determination and until the final hour never loosing her hope. Where there is a will, there is a way. And of course The divine intervention more often than not, always work with the law of nature.

Alhamdulillah. Thank you love. Thank you boy. Both of you are really great. Extraordinaire!

Another important archive of time to mark his life achievement. More reason to celebrate as that was actually his double inaugural experience standing on the podium and having the chance for the glorious moment to be immortalized in this digital form for the whole universe to witness.

If minus too much indulgence getting drawn into the dark side of internet social network, or spending too much time chasing, whacking and kicking zombies on PSP, I am sure these innocent young faces will one day become an important asset to our country.

Congratulation my boy, I am proud of you!