HizeCool

“In you amours you should prefer old women to young ones. They are so graceful.”
by Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

“Older women are the best because they always think they may do it for the last time.”
by Ian Fleming (1908-1964)

“The age of a woman doesn’t mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles”
by Sigmund Z.Engel

“Women over thirty are at their best, but men over thirty are too old to recognize it”
by Jean-Paul Belmondo

Convinced? Nevermind. Here’s the other one.

“…older woman younger man! Popular wisdom claims that this particular class of love affair is the most poignant, tender, poetic, exquisite one there is altogether the choicest on the menu”
by Doris Lessing

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Last night I’ve been hanging out with an old friend from Setapak High. His name is Leroy. We were chatting about those old friends whom I still keep in touch of. I mentioned a few names that we can relate to. When it comes to certain friends, he told me that he aren’t in good terms with them. I told him that yeah, I also have a few Setapakians who doesn’t like me that well. He was surprised and told me that my PR dropped. I laughed and told him that there is this thing call connection.

Somehow along the way, we are unable to reach out to certain people. He say it was the clashes between the characters and for me, the old sayings rule,“One man’s meat is another man’s poison”. Sometimes, that is what a definition of friend should be. “A friend should bear his friends infirmities”. I don’t choose my friends. I make friends with almost – well, almost anyone and I let them choose whether they wanted to be my friends or not.

A friend of mine used to tell me that what a friend think of you is the actions you been doing which implies your impression to them. It is true. That’s why when sometimes when having a gathering or get-together, I am worried. Worrying about how other will react when someone they least preferred show up. Can’t they take it like an adult? Leroy asked me a favor to contact some of the Setapakian next month (June) for a get-together. I’ve promised him that and if any of you Setapakians reading, please make yourself available when you get a call from me.

In my humble opinion, an arguement arise when both side thinks they were the right. When one side were the wrong, misunderstanding and hatred arise. Mostly due to egoism. That’s why sometimes, i rather lose an arguement than losing a friend. There’s no point winning an arguement when you are going to lose your friend. That’s why I seldom win in any arguement (another reason is I am not good in arguing)

How about friend backstabbing you? Leroy told me a story about it. Since both of the characters inside his story are my friends, I would rather assume that one of them is unintentionally slip of tongue says something not pleasant to be heard of and the other over reacted as well as being chaotic about it. This is what I told Leroy and hopefully, both of them can fix the issue.

Quoted from somewhere “All Honors and Wealth in life are just like the sand holding in palm but our friendship last forever”.Tell me, what do you think? And I’m sure Leroy will be checking out this blog of mine soon.

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In these recent years, there are plenty of movies are based on the adaptation novels. For example the series of Harry Porters, Lord of the Rings and Narnia (coming to cinemas near you).

It reminds me of the books that I read when I was small. My imagination doesn’t involved with mystical creatures like Elves, Dwarves or Fearies. There is no Middle Earth, Woods between the Worlds or any dimension. Puzzles, mysteries and enigma are my friends. I grew up on Enid Blyton’s novels. I developed my interest in books when my dad brought me to a bookstore in city. I was given a choice to buy any book I wanted. Being educated in Malay school, I picked up a book which written in Malay language. It was the Asian folklore series.

From there, I somehow started to read Enid Blyton’s books which were then translated into Malay language. I begin to buy from bookstore whenever my dad brought me there. I would buy a few books every time I go there. I was then able to read 2 books in a day. Asking for more, the only place I can find books to feed into my mind was the school library which is limited with books. I made it a habit that i borrow a book a day from the library, finished it in a day and return it the next day.

Although it wasn’t as fascinating as Harry Porter, I find it intriguing and interesting as I uncover the puzzle page by page. I guess that is why I am so curious sometime about someone identity, where they from and so on. I would try my best to find out.

When I had to moved after I finished my secondary education, I couldn’t take along all those books with me. Reluctant but it must be done. Some of those were gone missing and partially is with my cousin. She kept it for her children. Someday, they might go and read them. She says.

Looking back, my hobby in reading was soon replaced with video games (Atari) and later computer games. I didn’t purchased any book after that until in recent years, when a friend of mine gave me a book “Who Moved My Cheese?”. It reflected my life as I was in the process coping with the death of my father.

Without that book, I wouldn’t know where I would be. Thanks Hoo Swee Min for guiding me to the bright side.

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