Fool if you think it's over

After a week of being consumed by all the office's nonsense, rhetoric and polemic, at the end of the day the limited energy drained thus making this able body became paralyzed mentally and emotionally. The mental become almost fatigue and zombie-state of mind and the emotion was plagued with all the absurdities unthinkable by all mankind. Vomiting won't clear the clogged brain but at least clear some of the pride.

A getaway from this whole madness perhaps might revive the spirit within. I would appreciate the harmonic journey to some blissful destinations, probably a far away places sans corrupted souls that lingered and shrouding the once-heavenly playground. The idea was to motivate the restful soul and to nurture the congested mind back to its fertile phase. The place may not be very glamorous but fit the criteria of one heavenly sanctuaries. Thus last weekend, the unplanned trip took off - again to the quiet and peaceful Royal town of K. Kangsar.

The great migration to celebrate the lunar year however begun with a telltale swelling of major roads leading in and out of the Neon City with a diverse mode of transportation crawling in a turtle-pace, back to back. The smoking heavy metals didn't move in a Brownian movement but straight and linear lines occupying the limited void in one dimension, following obediently the first Newton's law of Motion. It is painstakingly monotonous. Time came to a standstill devoid of any expression in space.

Perhaps the transition between the two celestial animals may has some effect on the way Nasi lemak eating Nation making their decision especially on mass migration. I could not gauge the mood of each and single soul behind the wheel but trespassing onto emergency lanes was a symptom of incongruent multiple personality disorder a.k.a stress. This peculiar behavior is motivated by a lack of self discipline, disrespect to others a.k.a a sign that the souls are still empty and uncivilized.

But again.... that is life.

A family pose on staircases leading to the no-entry castle sans the eldest which was left behind to pursue his dream to become a man. In the all-man's world, a charming rose apparently blooms very well.

Oblivious to the serene and beautiful surrounding of Istana Kenangan, my two progenies tried to have a peek into their future.

A classic Malay architecture like this is really a heartwarming with a sense of nostalgic feeling from the past that embedded only in ones' virtual memory.

This timeless masterpiece is a good reminder that some thing may change and some don't. Time is the flow of events minding of its own business. It never looks back and never wait for any of us.

Time and time again, this colorful memory will never fade.

This sort of peaceful setting really reminded me of my kampung life. My childhood companions and myself were occupied with all the unthinkable antics of which I believed are now became relics and probably extinct.

A rather eventful weekend #1 - A golden moment revisited

Despite having to spend almost an entire evening at Subang Jaya Medical Centre Emergency Unit, assisting a friend who was admitted for a motor accident, this weekend was considered as a blissful one for me.

I have been waiting for these joyful moments with full of excitement and anticipation. The soothing feeling was just like a child waiting eagerly for their beloved parent coming back home from their daily chores. The feeling never fade away.

My parent came last Thursday for a short weekend visit. As usual, they will spend one night each at their children's house, just to be fair. I have 2 other siblings staying in Kay El. Siblings' rivalry could be very complicated if not handled properly and my parent knew this very well. A dispute over a candy is something that can be considered as a childish tantrum, but parental love is withoug doubt any children craving for - even for a cool guy like me :)

During my childhood and adolescent years, I seldom talk that much to my father. I only got to talk to him whenever there was some good reasons to do so or the subject was really need his urgent attention. Most of the time, my mother became my medium. I figured out it was because I have so much adoration and utmost respect to him, and not out of fear.

But now, I fell very relief and happy at the same time as we can talk and discuss at length on almost any issues. That was what we did last weekend. Heavenly!

My beloved mother - a wonderful woman in my life. She has done so much and devoted her entire life to our family. I can't possibly describe my feeling, but she will always have a special place deep in my heart. However, those golden treasures of which could probably weigh in tonnes that she displayed openly has really got me worried (it is very typical and a norm for a Terengganu lady to flaunt those jeweleries in public) . "Kat Ganu takpe Che'...kat Kay El kena hati-hati sikit - terjojol biji mata orang nanti".

Next on my parent tour itinerary was to visit my other sibling in Kelang. Ustazah Hjh. Hazlina is a very independent individual who has never believed that working for somebody else could be as satisfying as and more rewarding than becoming her own boss. I admire her hardworking and perseverance attitude. Since she came back from Al-Azhar, she operates her own Islamic daycare centers and doing freelancing works for various religious departments. Now she and her husband (later I found out he is one of the silent readers of this blog :) has committed heavily on looking after a privately run rehab center, looking after the unfortunate ones. May God bless you and your good deeds.

One of my younger brothers is still in the course of doing his technical training at Seremban. So on the second day, off we went to Seremban for another stop-over. I've just found out that this cafe, "Temiang Cafe" serves a very delicious 'roti pisang'.

Taking the new LEKAS highway from Seremban to Kajang (I can vouch on the 'lekas'ness of this highway), our next stop in the itinerary was the famous sate outlet at the heart of the Kajang town for that delectable indulgence .

p/s: cool bloggers' meeting is another agenda in our exciting weekend. I will write and share the cool experience in the next entry.