On the bike again

I have been riding the motorbike to work the past few days. My car key is still being made. According to the workshop, its ordered from Germany hence it takes time. Hopefully by Friday, it will be ready. Meantime, I am enjoying the unexpected break from driving my car by riding my motorbike to work. Its a real pleasure. Especially during the fasting month when the traffic is somewhat heavy, going and coming back from work. With the motorbike, there's no worry at all. I am free to choose whatever time I want to go or leave the office. That's the beauty of the motorbike.

Then and now

This fasting month, breaking of fast is mostly at the house. A far cry from four years ago when my life was in transition. The mosques became my savor. I would be at the mosque just before breaking time, take my place among the worshippers and wait for the azan. After breaking of fast, I will do the Maghrib prayers before leaving, mostly to nowhere. Just driving around Shah Alam until its time for Isya. Then I will stop at the nearest mosque to do my Isya and Tarawih before finally leaving for home. Daytime I would mostly be at the Sultan Salahuddin mosque. That was my life then.   

Too many to recall

Having babies when you are almost sixty years old is something not normal. Many a times when I am with them, people assume they are my grandchildren. The same with my wife. People assume she is my daughter. One person casually said 'sayangnya cucu dengan atok dia' after seeing me carrying Akid. Another after seeing me standing by the corridor while my wife was busy looking at the clothes said ' Duduk pakcik. Biar anak tu pilih baju. Pakcik duduk je' while offering me a chair. There have been many other occasions. Too many to recall. Suffice to say I accept them with all my heart.

Where is the problem

Its Saturday morning so I took the opportunity to sleep again after the morning prayer. Its against my norm but I was so sleepy I just can't help it. I slept till almost 10am, something I almost never do. Anyway, there's always a first time. At 11am, I was at a car workshop to repair the air condition of my Viva. When driving its okay but it gets hot during standstill. Unfortunately, the repairman said there's nothing wrong with it. It is a normal occurrence with the Viva because the cooling coil is small. There's nothing he can do about it. In my mind, I was asking myself how come before there was no problem? Only when I changed the compressor because it was making too much noise did the problem came. Sigh......

Facts stranger than fiction

The 1MDB story is still the rage everywhere I go. I cannot sit in a group without listening people talking about it. This has been going on for so long already I wonder how long it will continue. The report are damaging, if you want to believe it. The denials has been coming quite fast lately but then it has not been very convincing. It makes me constantly asking myself, can such a thing happened? Can such an outrages thing happened? Then yesterday, came the mother of all bombshell! It is so outrages, it is almost impossible! But then as they always say, facts can be stranger than fiction. 

Not cheap

I cannot start my car since Sunday. Somehow the electronic box that accepts the key does not recognize the it. Therefore, it refused to start. When everything is electronics, it can get difficult sometime. The first time it happened was when I accidentally put the key in the washing machine. That was the beginning of the problem. I had to make a new key but it lasted only a few months. Now I have to make another one. It is not cheap I can tell you!

Ramadhan Kareem

This Ramadhan my 'buka puasa' is mostly at the house. So far, only once was outside the house at Kelab Golf Perkhidmatan Awam, It was arranged by my company so I had no choice but to go. Other than that, I had a few invitations but declined. I was four days in Bakun so those were outside the house as well but do not count. Looking ahead, next week I will be in Bakun again for two nights. Other than that, most probably it will be 'buka puasa' in the house. Its the fifteenth of Ramadhan already. BY next week it will the last third of Ramadhan. Then I will take a long break in Shawal. Looking forward to the holidays.