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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

I'm the epitome of Public Enemy

As I sit here typing away on the keyboard with 'El Scorcho' playing in the background, my mind drifts back to when I first heard this song some 10 years ago. Sitting on the sofa at the 'Bilik Rehat' with Ipin's cassette and Sulut's walkman glued to my ears. I wonder what they're doing now.
They were good times those days. The past has got this special way of making me feel better during tough times. Maybe I choose to remember only the good stuff. Hey, it was never an easy ride, but I got here somehow.
The past few weeks have been...errr...eventful. There were tough times and there were tougher times. I had a dateline to catch, a paper to answer and a relationship to salvage. I think Superman had an easier job saving people from dying.
I'm not complaining. I always think the things we do in life are reflective of what we have done in the past or to save us from future disasters. Kinda like karma, but an Islamic approach to it.
For the only thing that keeps me going is my belief. Sometimes, I even surprise myself at some of the decisions I've made. But the belief in being responsible for every action keeps me going. Hey, if you don't have belief brother, you're a hollow soul with nothing. Nothing.
But what am I saying here 30 minutes before midnight on a working day? Just rambles. And craps. Writing is my therapy, remember? And you are all the therapists.
Thanks for listening. Good night.

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