Despite my really tired, totally exhausted condition, I forced Ibu to drive me to the Stadium to watch JDT game last Saturday. Ibu who has just arrived from picking up Faim from a friend's birthday party only had enough time to pray and a gulp of water.
'Don't worry I'll get you the usual burger from the Stadium', I said with full confidence.
Ibu just nodded and focussed on her driving while I directed her to our destination using Waze.
After not more than 30 minutes, the Waze informed us that 'you have reached your destination'.
I was confused. Something must be wrong.
Ibu quickly asked, 'why is the stadium dark, Ayah?'. Are you sure they are playing here?'.
I had to think fast. Quickly I checked FAM website. Several cars were slowing down and zipped by without stopping. Obviously as confused as we were.
Éh.. Ibu, they moved the venue to Selayang la. 'They are not playing here', I said quickly without raising my head.
Ibu laughed out very loud.
'Why are you laughing, Ibu', I asked slightly hurt.
'Well, I heard of Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark. But Playing Soccer in the Dark is totally brand new', Ibu answered.
I look out the window sheepishly and said, 'Let's just go'.
"That day, for no particular reason, I decided
to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there,
I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town ...."
It has been 11 long years.
Alfaim the baby in Ibu's tummy when this blog was first conceived is now getting to be 11. He is still a baby to us though. Adik soon will be 16. Slogging through his study.In a year and a half he will complete his high school and then another phase of his life will open up. He will remain a delightful challenge to us. Abang is doing as well as he could in his study at Carlton. He is coming back for the Summer holidays this May. I need to ensure that this time I'll have more time for him.
Ibu is still the same. A little older and much wiser. I can always avail myself of her wise counsel. I thank her for her able running of the household. While I could focus on my things to do.
Last year remain a tough one for me. I am still in recovery phase. Physically, I don't feel much different than a year before although every kind soul keeps reminding me to take things easy, lower paced. Occasionally, things that are unseen would disturb me. That's when I start to worry others. I think I can manage that now, difficultly.
After I left the hospital, and after two months of taking things slow, I began on a quest to do Broga. I climbed whenever I had the opportunity, weekends, public holidays or even when I was on sick leave. My target; 52 Sundays since two September ago. Last September I achieved just that. And then ventured on a another forward looking self motivating journey. I started entering running events. My target is to collect 12 silverware to probably signify 12 months or another one year of survival. I have collected 9 so far and have 3 more running to complete before I probably go on another similarly natured quest.
Early this year, I lost a friend and a mentor. Same illness.
Here's looking at another year of a fulfilling life...
" For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. "