It's Good To Be Back.

No one would ever believe us for a second that we are city folks true and true but it is good to feel like one driving back to the city from Dungun in a long line of cars returning from the longest weekend holiday ever. I don't have a job to go to Friday but it's good to feel that I am now part of the city even though deep down inside I know I don't belong here. Not until I have a job. This thing takes time. A job doesn't come rolling your way in a week, or two. Maybe it'll take months. Or even years. Unless of course you are a hotshot CEOs with outstanding track records for turning ailing companies into a sterling organisation that can keep shareholders smiling end to end. Give me a company I'll probably drive it down to the ground in a day.

The trip to Southern Thailand isn't going to be a breeze. For one thing Aunt Su doesn't have a passport and she obviously needs one if we are going into the country as tourists with an honest intention to get out of there as soon as we are done with our business looking for a long lost relative. I don't know how on earth are we going to do this because Aunt Su doesn't know how this relative of hers looks like. For all I know this relative of hers could have gone through a complete make-over, including her personality. I want to tell Aunt Su to forget about this whole business of looking up for someone from the past because I doubt if any good will ever come out of this. For days I have been looking for a chance to tell her but I keep passing it off because I don't think I will ever have a heart to tell her to forget about it and that she should concentrate on enjoying what's left to be enjoyed while she can. I guess Noni is right. As you get older, you want to connect with people from the past and you don't care very much if they are alive. Or dead.

Bila nak pi buat paspot?
Maksu belum ada Mycard lagi kan?
Kena buat ka?

With Aunt Su things can go one way but you have two ways of dealing with it. Either you scream for her ignorance. Or you laugh and joke about and say, okay we'll go do it next week. I prefer to caress her hand and give her all the assurance in the world that she's got me to help her get her Mycard. And then a passport. And then, maybe a trip to Southern Thailand. Of course by then I'll probably have like four peptic ulcers.