For The Hardest Thing Is Not To Learn, But To Unlearn.

Met the guys from the old office lunch tadi. Smiles.

Met Kak Ida. I think I was myself again for I dunno how long. A part of me I left at the AMC when we were forced to move. I didn't realize it, I was like THIS (picture me doing the backward 'C') talkative. Am I that lonely in HQ ? I've read somewhere that one tends to be talkative when one's lonely. Or in a lonely place. Or is feeling lonely. Or something to do with solitude.

I wish the Me of today could tell the Me of yesterday that everything is gonna be OK. That everything is gonna be alright. That everything will be fine.

Then I wish the Future Me would whisper that "This too shall pass.." or "You'll get through this.." - A smile on my face as I type this. Yes, this too shall pass. I've already known the secret. Problem with me, is that I know everything. Yet I know nothing.

"I could not become anything, neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect, and now I'm eking my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something." - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Out of place. Perhaps. But that was what transpired in my mind as I type the paragraph preceding the quote by Mr. Dostoevsky.

I was happy to see them. Loved the shirt that I managed to 'pow' Kak Ida from. But the pix has failed to reach the masses due to an unseen circumstance thanks to Anna Mawiati. Damnit.

April..

April 2012 marks one of the most melancholic times I've felt in years. A personal battle that she and I have had to face for quite some times now.

And as if that isn't gut wrenching enough, I have to part ways with persons I cared about. Colleagues-turn-Kakak, who have been with me through my gelak-crazy-happy days and through some of my darkest moments. Sisters I never have.

Kak Ida.. I ran out of words to say. Where do I start. A loyal listener to an ever-whining Me. One who would never shy away to put me in my place if I were to run out of line. The permanent victim for my who-shall-I-pick-on-today routines. A friend more than she is a colleague. And MOST importantly a sister. A sister I never have.

God knows how painful this parting is. I might be overreacting with this for people say this isn't a final parting - one but a mere geographical switch more than anything. And that's where they are wrong. Geographical change brings about different weathers, different we-

OK. That's it. Why did I even bother.

Photo Blogging Beta v 1.0 (Fuck You)

I bet pixels are bitchy since picture tells a thousand words. Too many a word for something stagnant, don't you think ? Imagine having a sculpture nagging you for shaping its nose against it's likings.

Meetings. Cigging kat belakang office. Dark cloud KLIA view. Meeting - Mini Mining Kak Ida (Wargh kargh kargh. Night Mosque. Night lakeside view residencies. And oh, a smartly stationed camabwhored. Pretty much sums it all.

Most welcomed & don't mention. Laters skaters.