Yesterday took adrive with my son to get his visas chopped and signed at the Thai Malaysian Border. While driving i noticed that my car's engine was over heating at 100Km per hour and i had just paid 60RM to get it service the day before. Blame it on the economy? Blame it on my negligence? Blame it on the Chinese Mechanic who I took as a friend or perhaps blame it on God! Keeping the speed at 80 km an hour I managed to get to my destination while sweating because the aircon was not worth a f... either. Tried to get my son to read Harry Potter while all these was happening my effort to get him into the reading habit which I doubt will ever happen unless it is a trashy Japanese manga or some teenage magazine with lots of TNAs and Macho shitheads. But thats what being young is all about these days I guese, like lets pretend and make believe or lets deny that it is not happening or otherwise and in the meantime leave it up to the adults to solve the mysteries of life and living so long as I get my 85Rm jeans and my much needed sandals.
I do not envy the children of today especially those of teenage years for they have alot to deal with in terms of ensuring they future survival or what to look forward to except for the few whose parents have the means to ensure it for them. I do not envy them because they are inheriting what are leftovers from a voracious predescessor namely us their parents, not only are we gluttons in our habits but we are also destructive and wasteful by nature to the extend that we have to protect the prospect of their future against ourselves. I dont envy the fact they have little left to dream about and fewer mountains left to conquer other than the desires and wishes injected into them by their ever competitive parents demanding and insisting upon their so called success through the process that they themselves had gone through. Work hard Boy! You will find that you'll have a job like mine!.
So Karim can have his jeans and sandals and keep his dyed long hair if it suits him and sleep all he wants till his pecker drops, I am not going to be in his way so long as it is not endangering him healthwise or getting him into trouble with the law. I have every desire to see him successful too but hey, I have problems defining success these days myself! I always believe that my son will find whatever it is that is his calling and then he will discover his true nature and fight for its growth and development. Till then let Karim be Karim and let the Naz be the Naz and Marissa be Marissa. I love them all including the one that is now MIA in Switzerland somewhere if he is still reading my blogs. Sorry that i am no miracle worker to be able to conjure simple and pure happiness out of thin air for everyone but hey so long as I am alive I do my very best even if sometimes my very best is not good enough.
What happened at the border is another story! As we arrived there was a long line of vehicles waiting to get through, bummer! So I decided to play foul and entered a one way parking street to my left and snug the Kancil into the staff parking space. Walked with my son ionto the Immigration office and confronted the same gentleman we saw thelast time we were there and he informed us that we had to go all the way across to the Thai Border post and reenter with the Thai stamp of renetry on my son's pasport. I told him I had not brought with me my passport would it be a problem to escort him. Sure, but talk to the police gaurding the post there maybe you might get lucky! He said this with a sinical smile on his face like I am about to ask his permission to go for a joy ride at lake gardens. This is a Malay middle aged Muslim about to retire! I said Alhadulillah in my heart of hearts and walked away after he had stamped my son's passport. Now my son is officially in no man's land and he has to leave Malaysia and go across the border to Thailand and later return where he will be readmitted intot he country, this is the regulation said the man with a sinical smirk on his face.
My son looked at each other with forboding despair lets try what we did before dad my son suggested. Lets just walk across the street and take our chances, what is there to loose? So we did and no one stopped us till we got to the Immigration office. There was a line of vissitors waiting to enter Malaysia while two immigration officers processed their papers. I saw one of them stepped out of the booth and decided to catch him on return and ask him for help. Upon his return he caught sight of me and smiled extended his hand and greeted me like old friends and I did likewise. He started asking me what i am doing now as though we had known eachother for a long time and I played along soon everyone there was greeting me like I was one of them from the past and pretty soon my son got his three months stay. I thanked Allah silently in my heart and walked away not believing my luck! Don't ever doubt that small miracles do happen every now and then and it is just a matter of having faith of the possiblility and in the Creator who made it happen. My son was as surprised as i was and asked if i knew the immigration officer and I told him that I did not and the the officer saw what Allah wanted h
im to see and did what Allah wanted him to do so not to ask questions.
I do not envy the children of today especially those of teenage years for they have alot to deal with in terms of ensuring they future survival or what to look forward to except for the few whose parents have the means to ensure it for them. I do not envy them because they are inheriting what are leftovers from a voracious predescessor namely us their parents, not only are we gluttons in our habits but we are also destructive and wasteful by nature to the extend that we have to protect the prospect of their future against ourselves. I dont envy the fact they have little left to dream about and fewer mountains left to conquer other than the desires and wishes injected into them by their ever competitive parents demanding and insisting upon their so called success through the process that they themselves had gone through. Work hard Boy! You will find that you'll have a job like mine!.
So Karim can have his jeans and sandals and keep his dyed long hair if it suits him and sleep all he wants till his pecker drops, I am not going to be in his way so long as it is not endangering him healthwise or getting him into trouble with the law. I have every desire to see him successful too but hey, I have problems defining success these days myself! I always believe that my son will find whatever it is that is his calling and then he will discover his true nature and fight for its growth and development. Till then let Karim be Karim and let the Naz be the Naz and Marissa be Marissa. I love them all including the one that is now MIA in Switzerland somewhere if he is still reading my blogs. Sorry that i am no miracle worker to be able to conjure simple and pure happiness out of thin air for everyone but hey so long as I am alive I do my very best even if sometimes my very best is not good enough.
What happened at the border is another story! As we arrived there was a long line of vehicles waiting to get through, bummer! So I decided to play foul and entered a one way parking street to my left and snug the Kancil into the staff parking space. Walked with my son ionto the Immigration office and confronted the same gentleman we saw thelast time we were there and he informed us that we had to go all the way across to the Thai Border post and reenter with the Thai stamp of renetry on my son's pasport. I told him I had not brought with me my passport would it be a problem to escort him. Sure, but talk to the police gaurding the post there maybe you might get lucky! He said this with a sinical smile on his face like I am about to ask his permission to go for a joy ride at lake gardens. This is a Malay middle aged Muslim about to retire! I said Alhadulillah in my heart of hearts and walked away after he had stamped my son's passport. Now my son is officially in no man's land and he has to leave Malaysia and go across the border to Thailand and later return where he will be readmitted intot he country, this is the regulation said the man with a sinical smirk on his face.
My son looked at each other with forboding despair lets try what we did before dad my son suggested. Lets just walk across the street and take our chances, what is there to loose? So we did and no one stopped us till we got to the Immigration office. There was a line of vissitors waiting to enter Malaysia while two immigration officers processed their papers. I saw one of them stepped out of the booth and decided to catch him on return and ask him for help. Upon his return he caught sight of me and smiled extended his hand and greeted me like old friends and I did likewise. He started asking me what i am doing now as though we had known eachother for a long time and I played along soon everyone there was greeting me like I was one of them from the past and pretty soon my son got his three months stay. I thanked Allah silently in my heart and walked away not believing my luck! Don't ever doubt that small miracles do happen every now and then and it is just a matter of having faith of the possiblility and in the Creator who made it happen. My son was as surprised as i was and asked if i knew the immigration officer and I told him that I did not and the the officer saw what Allah wanted h
im to see and did what Allah wanted him to do so not to ask questions.
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