Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Father Forgets

Father Forgets
by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.


Chanced upon this beautifully written letter while reading Dale Carnegie's book, which had been lying for some time in my office, untouched, unread and unappreciated.

Honestly, I have been guilty of most things detailed above. Had running battles with the boys, Emil especially, to pick up after his dirty clothes, to properly dry the bushy head, not to eat as fast as running the century sprint and many more. I have issues with him laughing out too loud, talking back to the mother, yelling unnecessarily...the list could go on forever. All these were resolved with either a deathly stare, a yell or maybe, a swift SWOSSH of the rod. Yes, am old school and subscriber of the 'spare the rod, spoil the child' school of thought.

I don't know...I have only good intentions doing those things but a reminder like this is certainly what one needs from time to time. 

Will try to understand, and shall not ask too much from them. But this does not mean that i am throwing out the the cane. no...never...hehehehe... and as the title suggests, father forgets...

Wednesday, November 07, 2012


She is home and safe now. Our daughter...

Alhamdulillah, all went well and smooth during labour. It took a little over 5 hours from the time Aily was induced until the moment our daughter popped out, much less than what she experienced during Eiddin's time. Labour pains no play-play bro, that much I can say from standing and holding Aily's hands during that time. Be thankful you are born a man, be very thankful.

I digress.

Our girl came into the world at exactly 2.47 pm on on Friday, the second day of November in the year of 2012. She was weighed at 3.01 kg.

We were overjoyed then to get the confirmation from the midwife that we really had a girl, just like what we had been hoping for all this while. We knew from the various check ups, ultrasound and we even did a 4D ultrasound, but we can't be too sure as all are in God's hands.

Most important, we were simply very much over the moon and beyond, soaking in the fact that Allah has bestowed upon us another one of His perfect creation.

Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in the green hospital sheet, I gently whispered azan and iqamat into both her tiny ears with tears welling up in my eyes - just can't help it, I am a unabashed sentimental...sue me :)

We only spent a night in the hospital and got discharged by noon the day after. Thereafter, home. As the school term only finishes this weekend, we will be in Seri Putra until then. Once the school holidays start, the mom, the boys and the new daughter will shipped out to Seremban until Aily completes her confinement.

So far so good though my biological clock needs some immediate tweaking to adjust with her night feeding time.
Sent by Poslaju

Friday, November 02, 2012


Please ignore the blatant disregard of the 'No Camera' sign...hehehe

Been a while since the last visit. Hence, the nervousness and trepidation. This is one area that familiarity or experience will count for nothing. You may know what comes after another but that's about it. The past 2 visits had been unique, standing on their own.

Truth be told, I had forgotten most things about being a new father. I've been enjoying the relatively easy life now, being a father to 2 grown children. Children who can understand what you're saying or not saying, the works...

It's not like I am required to invent the wheel. Far from it. I am sure the guidebook is still locked up there somewhere, buried deep somewhere in the recess of my brain. Luckily, when I put it up there, I decided not to throw away its key, unsure then whether it will be of any use in the foreseeable future.

Now that I know the syllabus is to be put into practice, I need to locate it...and I need to locate it fast!!!

I really hope it's like riding a bicycle...

But for now, I am praying hard for our girl's safe passage into the world and unto our arms...and for the safety and health of my Aily.

Sent by Poslaju

Sunday, August 19, 2012


Salam Aidil Fitri 1433H.

Ramadan has passed and Hari Raya is upon us today. It's the day of fitrah.

On this auspicious day, I can't help but to reflect the years that has passed, persons that matter who has left, those who are still here, fortunes, misfortunes, experiences gained along the way.

I know I could have done more. I know I should do more. I hope I can do more.

May Allah accept me for all my shortcomings and imperfections.

Sent by Poslaju

Saturday, August 04, 2012


It's Day 15 of Ramadhan.

Since it's a Saturday, we have the time to take the kids to buy kuih for berbuka at the neighbourhood Pasar Ramadhan.

Just to share a snapshot of the kids happily walking. Without care, without worry...

Sent by Poslaju

Saturday, July 21, 2012


A correction is due.

This is Emil's fifth year of fasting, not four as stated in the previous entry.

Sent by Poslaju


The first day always the toughest.

This would be the fourth year Emil has been fasting. We thought it will only gets easier from year to year, but we were wrong, hahaha

Fasting was easy for Emil when he was 5. But now that he is 9, fasting only gets tougher for him. Probably because of the well-developed tastebuds, well-rounded mid-section and the temptations from the sights and smell. Also the Eiddin factor.

Eiddin is 5 this year, the same age when Emil started fasting. But unlike Emil, Eiddin did not last the distance today. He can only tahan until 2. And he broke his fast ceremoniously with ice-cooled 'air kotak' and of course, the big brother flipped big time.

We doubt that Eiddin will start fasting this year. He is not showing the required 'maturity' to perform the task and we are not asking him to do so. While Emil looked forward for sahur even when he was 5 and woke up with a smile everytime, it will not be the same case with Eiddin. Eiddin is a "disturbed lion" if his sleep is disturbed.

Just a note to pass time while waiting for berbuka.

Salam 1 Ramadhan.

Sent by Poslaju

Friday, July 20, 2012


Salam Ramadhan.

It's Friday today. The last day of Shaaban. This evening, the new month will commence. Ramadhan. The month that has been promised by Allah to be full of forgiveness - maghfirah, blessings and barakah. 

اللهم إني أسئلك رضاك والجنة وأعوذبك من سختك والنار، اللهم إنك عفو كريم تحب العفو فاعفو عني

Indeed I am thankful that despite all my shortcomings, I am still among those fortunate ones to see another Ramadhan. I pray that I will be given the strength to perform the ibadah to the best of my abilities this Ramadhan. I pray that Allah will see it it fit to accept my ibadah during this Ramadhan. I pray that I will receive His guidance. I pray that the bounties of Ramadhan will find their way to me, His humble servant. And by His Grace, I may come out, at the end of this Ramadhan, a better servant. Insya Allah.

Earn your Aidil Fitri, bro...

The above picture taken from here.

Friday, July 13, 2012


Am on leave today. Need to settle a few things on the home front in the morning and then off to the hospital with Aily for her check up. Pregnancy check-up that is.

Yes, our prayers have been answered. We are going to have another baby. A new addition to the family. Another offspring. Another fruit of my loins. Another gift from Allah. Alhamdulillah.

Aily is now into her fifth month of the pregnancy and according to the doctor, everything is A-OK so far. Aily is good and the baby is developing well.

But today's A-OK comes only after a month of concern and worry due to low-lying placenta, bleeding i.e. sub-chorionic hemorrhage and few other diagnosis I can't even spell, let alone pronounce. At one point, the doctor even mentioned that we were facing a real risk of miscarriage.

All that now has passed and Aily has been given a clean bill of health by the doctor today. Hopefully, it will stay this way until the time of delivery. And hopefully, it will be a GIRL, just like what the doctor said...

Sent by Poslaju

Thursday, July 12, 2012


I still can't get around to sit down and write about the Bangkok trip. I will try, but am not holding my breath. It may happen, it may not. Depends. I may do it in serials rather than putting it in one shot. Never mind, I'll sleep over it. No one's getting killed over this.

That being said, I think one of the highlights of the Bangkok trip was meeting Emil's doppelganger at Vajiravudh.

The boy was sitting and cheering for the Vaji team across the field from where we were watching the game. After the final whistle, I was thinking to get a closer snap of the Vaji boys so I headed to their side of the field. And there he was. The resemblance is uncanny, glasses and all. I did not get to ask his name though but I believe he is 14 years old.

Even Emil himself agreed that the boy looked like him.

Believe it or not, hahaha...

Sent by Poslaju

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Kind of bored at the office.

Waiting for the clock to hit half past 5 before hurrying to fetch The Loved One who's now carrying The Precious One and then straight home to more Loved Ones.

Lucky me...bored, but still loved and still get paid.

Sent by Poslaju

Tuesday, July 03, 2012


AN eloquent introduction to Bangkok, taken from Lonely Planet...a very interesting observation. A world of contrasts.  Juxtaposition personified...

"Bangkok is excess in all of its unrestrained glory. Bigger, better, more: the city is insatiable, a monster that feeds on concrete, shopping malls and diesel exhaust. The city demands that you be in the present and in the moment, not necessarily for a religious epiphany, but because the city is self-absorbed and superficial, blissfully free of wrinkle-inducing self-reflection. Smiles and sà·nùk (the Thai word for ‘fun’) are the key passports into Bangkok society. A compliment here, a joke there – the demands of social lubrication in this megalopolis are more akin to a small village than an anonymous city and a necessity for survival.

Click here to find out more!
As Bangkok forcefully kneads out of you all demands for order and predictability, you’ll understand the famous Thai smile. It is the metaphorical brakes on the urban overdrive. Packed into these concrete corridors are religious spectacle, unapologetic consumerism and multi-flavoured hedonism – corrupting and purifying souls within footsteps of each other. A tragicomic confluence of human desires and aspirations best viewed through a detached smile.

Of the famous and infamous attractions, Bangkok’s best feature is its intermingling of opposites. A modern world of affluence orbits around a serene traditional core. Step outside the four-star hotels into a typical Siamese village where taxi drivers knock back energy drinks and upcountry transplants grill chicken on a streetside barbecue. Hop the Skytrain to the glitzy shopping malls where trust-fund babies examine luxury brands as carefully as the housewives inspect produce at the open-air markets. Or appreciate the attempts at enlightenment at the city’s famous temples and doorstep shrines, or simple acts of kindness amid the urban bustle.

You can jump between all of these worlds – wining and hobnobbing at a chic club, eating at a streetside market, getting plucked and pummelled into something more beautiful, or sweating profusely on a long unplanned march. Bangkok is an urban connoisseur’s dream come true."

Ready to go?

Read more at LONELY PLANET


Bangkok. That's where I'll go...

Bangkok. That's where we'll go...

To Bangkok we go, we go, we go...

We are not there for just 'One Night in Bangkok'...

We will be there for 3 days in fact. Barely enough to see and do Bangkok, I know. No, we will not be staying in 'Bangkok Hilton', though...

Short as the trip may be, hopefully, we all will have a nice time there and it will be one 'Bangkok Knockout' for us.

But we will keep our feet on the ground and our heads on our shoulders lest the trip could be one 'Bangkok Dangerous' for us.

AND pray hard that once we are back, 'The Hangover' will not be too much for us to bear, hahaha...


Saturday, June 09, 2012


Ohh Michael Bolton, hahaha...

Was back on my feet again this morning after a long lay off, doing 6 loops of 400m track - giving me a total of 2.4 km. Then another 800m of walk-sprint. Heavy legs, heavy breathing and heavy heart characterised my run this morning.

The only thing that carried me through is the guilt of spending my money, money, money on a pair of new running shoes. That's a motivation for sure.

Fortunately, am wise enough to buy only on-sale, off season pair of Brooks. If I had taken the RM400 Adidas only to run such distance, baik sedekah kat orang susah je, hahaha...

Sent by Poslaju

Monday, May 28, 2012


Eiddin's out and resting. He is still groggy and sleepy though, an understandable effect from the surgery. The procedure took about 2 hours and went well.

The boy is now left with only 2 teeth. The rest were damaged beyond repair and had to extracted. Now waiting for the clearance from the doctor before going back.

Meanwhile, my pocket will suffer a certain collateral damage due to this. It is trade off if you may, or a bribe rather, as he was not exactly grinning from ear to ear this morning from home to the hospital and before the surgery.

That being the case, the prep for the surgery had to include 1 hour of cajoling, coaxing, buttering up and sweet talking just to get him to agree and willing.

And the agreement didn't come cheap, mind you. The deal breaker is a NERF gun and a PS3.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make my way to see the along a.s.a.p.

Sent by Poslaju


We are in Hospital Serdang today, at the day care ward.

Eiddin will be undergoing a surgery to remove some, if not all, of his damaged teeth. It is unfortunate that he has to lose his teeth at this age but this is the only viable solution to his dental problem. We are hopeful that some of his teeth can be spared or else it would only be 'soft food' for him after this until the permanent teeth comes out.

This is a lesson learned for us. Letting him sleep with the bottle was bad. We didn't know better then.

Pray all will end well.

Sent by Poslaju

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


And to you, Dear Wife, Happy Birthday too!!!

Hope you like the flowers.

Saya doakan awak bahagia, sejahtera selamanya.

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.


Happy Birthday Eiddin.

Enjoy the cake. And the scooter too.

Have fun living your life.

Have a blast!!!

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device via Vodafone-Celcom Mobile.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012



The beauty of a language and the art of constructing the words of the language significantly lead to their meaning. This is not a case of twisting, but of the refined manner of presentation by witty minds. A good case for reference. 

"One evening, after attending the theater, two gentlemen were walking down the avenue when they observed a rather well dressed and attractive young lady walking ahead of them. One of them turned to the other and remarked, "I'd give $250 to spend the night with that woman."

Much to their surprise, the young lady overheard their remark, turned around, and replied, "I'll take you up on that offer."

She had a neat appearance and a pleasant voice, so after bidding his companion good night, the man accompanied the young lady to her apartment. 

The following morning, as he prepared to leave, the man gave her $125. She demanded the rest of the money, stating, "If you don't give me the other $125 I'll sue you for it." He laughed, saying "I'd like to see you get it on these grounds." 

Within a few days, he was surprised when he received a summons ordering his presence in court as a defendant in a lawsuit. 

He hurried to his lawyer and explained the details of the case.   

His lawyer said, "She can't possibly get a judgment against you on such grounds, but it will be interesting to see how her case will be presented."   

After the usual preliminaries, the lady's lawyer addressed the court as follows: "Your Honour, my client, this lady, is the owner of a piece of property, a garden spot, surrounded by a profuse growth of shrubbery, which property she agreed to rent to the defendant for a specified length of time for the sum of $250. The defendant took possession of the property, used it extensively for the purposes for which it was rented, but upon evacuating the premises, he paid only $125, one-half of the amount agreed upon. The rent was not excessive, since it is a restricted property, and we ask judgment be granted against the defendant to assure payment of the balance."

The defendant's lawyer was not only surprised but also impressed and amused by the way his opponent had presented the case. Naturally, his defence was somewhat different from the way he originally planned to present it. He rose to the occasion!   

'Your Honour," he said, "My client agrees that the lady has a fine piece of property, that he did rent such property for a time, and a degree of pleasure was derived from the transaction. However, my client found a well on the property around which he placed his own stones, sunk a shaft, and erected a pump, all labour performed personally by him. We claim these improvements to the property were sufficient to offset the unpaid amount, and that the plaintiff was adequately compensated for the rental of said property. We, therefore, ask that judgment not be granted." 

The young lady's lawyer answered, "Your Honour, my client agrees that the defendant did find a well on her property. However, had the defendant not known that the well existed, he would never have rented the property. Also, upon evacuating the premises, the defendant removed the stones, pulled out the shaft, and took the pump with him. In doing so, he not only dragged the equipment through the shrubbery, but left the hole much larger than it was prior to his occupancy, making the property much less desirable to others. 

We, therefore, ask that judgment be granted." 

In the Judge's decision, he provided for two options: "Pay the balance $125 to the plaintiff, or have the equipment detached from its current location and provide it to the plaintiff for damages."

The defendant wrote out a check immediately. . . ! ! !"

Sent by Poslaju

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Am publicly transporting the family via KTM Komuter today. Aily's not around though. She's in JB from Thursday and will only be back later today.

A short trip to Seremban and the boys are understandably excited. Hence the thumbs up.

However, at the time of posting, the Komuter is already 10 minutes of its schedule, so the thumbs up are definitely not for the timing. Hopefully we'll get to board the new coach. That sure can make up for the lost time. Luckily, it's lazy Saturday and the only goal for the day is to reach Seremban safely.

Sunday, April 01, 2012


I am a liar, hahaha...

I told/tell lies to my kids. Some were told to keep them in line and to get them to behave while some were told for me to have some silly fun at their expense. Some still stand while most they have already figured out.

Some of the lies I told to Emil and Eiddin over the years:

1. That otak-otak is made from brains taken out from the heads of bad kids caught doing bad things;

2. That Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup is a real place hidden somewhere in the mountains;

3. That the headless/faceless mannequins are my friends and they eat children all the time (only worked for Emil when he was small. Didn't work for Eiddin);

4. That I am giving them up for adoption;

5. That I will not let go Eiddin's hands when we're in the deeper end of swimming pools (he will be reeling mad when I do this);

6. That the long face they pulled or smirks they put up on their faces will be permanent if they do it long enough;

7. There was one time, after their incessant monkeying with accompanying monkey sound effects, Aily & I pretended that we only heard monkey sounds coming out of their mouths even when they've stopped doing it. That scared them real good.

There were many others and the list above is not by any means, exhaustive, hahaha

Ya Allah, ampunkanlah hambaMu ini...

Sent by Poslaju

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Emil gave me a cold shoulder when I drove him to school yesterday. All my questions were returned with under the breath answers - "entah", "tak tau", "tak ingat". Don't know why but quite sure it wasn't caused by me.

I just smiled it off.

In another development, Eiddin asked me to take him to Sunway Lagoon. When I asked why, the answer was, "...sebab nak tengok 'Everyday I'm shuffling'...". Don't know that LMFAO would be in town.

His request was duly received with a smile.

Recently, Allah had also given Aily and I a reason to smile. But that would be a topic for another posting :)

Keep on smiling.

Sent by Poslaju

Thursday, March 15, 2012


Congrats JoeHarimau and partner on the latest addition to the family. Good to know that your 'thing' still working after 7 long years, hahaha...

Before you ask, let's just say my thing is working just fine last time I checked. You can take my word that  it is working very, very hard (pun intended) lately, if you know what I mean. So far no rezeki yet.

Hopefully the stork that left your place yesterday will make its way to mine some time soon considering how hard I have been working.

The only fear, and this is no small fear, is that the stork will give Seri Putra a miss and heads straight further down south to Seremban 2 to do a Mambo No.5 or to Melaka to add Hang No.4.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


News broke out this evening that an innocent girl's life was taken away in the most deplorable manner after she was reported missing early this month. All that was left was her charred body, found in an oil palm plantation. The confirmation came after the DNA of the charred remains matched that of her mother's.

That her disappearance has to come to this very tragic end is indeed very depressing. That there is/are people in this world capable of such cowardly and despicable act makes it very disturbing. What could have driven the beast to do what he did? What could have the girl done to provoke such a dastardly act?

It's unimaginable what the family has to go through at the moment. In fact, I dare not contemplate it at all for it is a very cruel fate indeed. But Allah knows best. For them, I can only offer my prayer and condolences.

Let's all pray that the perpetrator will be caught fast by the long arm of the law and be severely dealt with. This is a crime punishable with death and death is what he/she/they rightly deserves.

Al-Fatihah. Rest well dear child, you are in better place now.

Reminder to self - one cannot be too careful when it comes to safety of the young ones. Be careful of the surroundings and take the necessary precautions.

Sent by Poslaju

Saturday, March 10, 2012


School's out, and that is one happy face. It will be a week long lay off for Emil and Eiddin.

We don't plan to do anything this time around. We'll just see how it goes. Considering work and all other variables, it is very likely that the boys will just hang loose at home watching all that Astro can offer a whole week long.

But just for starters, all of us went out to watch John Carter at Alamanda last night. Decent movie, kids will love it. The female lead kinda hot but I didn't recognise her. Didn't Google it up yet but she sure looked like a young J-Lo.

Have a good one, y'all!!!

Thursday, March 08, 2012


Not easy to be a blogger these days. The pressure!!! One is not spared even if the readership of your blog is comprised of not more than 5 people, 2 to be exact after you take out yourself, your wife and your 9 year old son. Even more unfortunate, the 2 people above are blog-Nazis (you know who you are!!!)

Lately, it has become a game of one-upmanship - I update, when will you? Hahaha...It's highly taxing to your physical being and detrimental to your mental health too...

OK lah, I admit, sometimes I, not unlike many others, need a little nudge or a kick or two up the backside to get things going - but that's only me being human, of the male variant.

Neglect your blog at your own risk. Mpro has a lot to say about this, hahaha

Sent by Poslaju

Sunday, February 26, 2012


Am on the road heading up north, going 'home' for the second time in as many days.
The first trip yesterday's was to 'home' in Kuala Kangsar to witness the second edition of MCKK Premier 7s. I was joined by Sharap, Abon, Syamkimball, Atfie and Ezam. All heavyweights. Rolling in my Grandis with the total passengers' weight of whopping 595 kg, we wondered how on earth that we managed to reach KK in just 2 hours time from Kelana Jaya. But whatever doubts about Grandis' ability (engine & suspension) was surely dispelled yesterday.

Though unspoken, I think all of us would not deny that the event was just an excuse, as always, hahaha..the trip actually was to get our much needed dosage of Kuala Kangsar's air (and food, of course). As it was a day trip, we did not get much save for the compulsory Nasik Saud and cendol. Despite the complaint that the taste of Nasik Saud has gone down, one of life's certainties is that we are sure to be back the next time we are here :)

Anyhow, short as the trip may be, we agreed that we had good fun. Sharap was complaining that his jaw was aching because of the laughs and shouting from the sidelines.

The second trip today, to home in Sungai Petani, however, is inevitable and a direct contrast from yesterday. It is a trip that I know I would have to make one day and sadly today the time has come. The time has come for Tok be called 'home' to Allah this morning and am back to lay her down to her final resting place. Tok passed away due to sickness related to old age.

May Allah bless her kind soul, grant her peace and bless her with Jannah.


Sent by Poslaju

Friday, February 17, 2012


PUAS hati!!!

The weekend is here and am very glad to kick it off with something I have not been doing for quite some time. Running that is.

It was a short run by anyone's standard but still a run nevertheless. It was only for slightly less than 4km. Completed within 30 minutes, giving me an average of 7 and a half minutes per km. I will take that at the moment.

The legs felt like a thousand tonnes brick after the first km and the urge to stop was so great. Shook it off and pulled myself through until the last stretch.

Good enough for now, at least.

Sunday, February 12, 2012


I could have taken the easy way out and blame the grinds of daily life for the lack of posting in this blog. Or I can say that I am now following Ronan Keating's advice "...you said it best when you say nothing at all". Or even better, I could do a KNO and blame it on losing the blogging mojo. But I want to be a man and to be a man I need to own up.

Where did it go wrong?

It's Twitter. It has taken over my online life. It has taken a hold on me and the grip is only getting more firm by the day. It dominates me. It's overwhelming.

Being on Twitter is easy. It's like sitting on the roadside and watching people and the world go by. Those who you fancy, you throw a line or two. And they know that you are throwing them the lines. You need not know the person. You can say something good, intelligent, stupid or even mean in just 140 characters. You can pick fights too. You don't need a story to tweet. If you are lazy, you can be a parrot and just repeat what other people say. To show support, you can just put in "+1". It's great, isn't it? It's that easy. And it's all done only with 140 characters. It's more fun.

Putting up an entry requires effort and some proper work. You need to think and put in proper sentences. It's serious work. You need to have an opening, the body and the conclusion. And obviously you need a story too.

Ok, that's been said, I will try to put in more entry from today onwards. No, I will not do Wordless Wednesdays. That's cheating, hahaha...

Sent by Poslaju