It was a hot sunny Saturday afternoon, I lay in my room semi nude reading through an old edition of Auto Trader. “I have to go out”, I told myself, I was just that bored. Despite the piercing sun, I grabbed a few of dad’s clubs and my black leather glove. I’m going out to hit some balls and maybe improve myself in the process. Yes, golf is a drug I’m addicted to.

I arrived shortly, thanks to fully charged Jenny.

I wore a black cap which I found on the rear seat (I have no idea to whom it belongs to) and took all the necessary equipments. Unlike other golfers who brings their whole set, I travel light, so 4 clubs is good enough.

Once I got the ball from the counter, I glanced through, searching for an empty spot. When all of a sudden a makcik screams from a far, FAHRIN AHMAD. Her high pitched scream forced me to squirmed my eyes in agony. With an eye open, I looked the other way around, wondering, who is this Fahrin Ahmad guy. (I’d be lying if I told you I don’t know who he is, well, I think I know).

“Eh Eh, buat tak nampak plak. Dah lama awak main golf?”

The next thing I know, she was standing before me.

“Kak, mana Fahrin Ahmad?” I asked her.

She stared at me, analyzing my face per dot inch. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood still while keeping an eye on her as she swindled right to left.

“Oh, salah orang!” and she left.

What the Faaaaaaaaaa….

Either that mak cik is delusional or she forgot her glasses. I think it’s the latter. Anyway.

ps: A silent reader of mine is getting engaged this March. I’m so happy for you babe, but that also means another soon-to-be-missed friend. Oh well

Over the course of one month, my trip so far with the current company is a blessing in disguise. Suffice to say I am enjoying my time being in the corporate world despite having to travel 40km to work every day.

It’s a norm to roam floor to floor, introducing myself as a new addition to the company. Nothing much, just wanted to understand the organization as a whole before I lube my gears.

“You’re new here!” a lady who passed by said.

“Yes I am.” I replied quickly, I didn’t want to hold the lift any longer.

“What is your name?”, she asked

“Edwin”, short and simple, I replied, trying hard to end the conversation.

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It was my first time doing Friday prayers near office so I tagged along my peers. Like usual, mosques are flooded with people selling food, traditional medicine and religious materials. I had a lamb beriyani, super fattening and makes me sleepy.

Over at one corner, a man about my age lauded “ubat ini boleh sembuhkan kanser, kencing manis, darah tinggi, gaut, batu karang..“. He got me, so I stood there listening to his speech. I was actually looking for a flaw. I desperately want to see him fumble.

He went on and on about how effective the medicine is. Too me, it looked nothing more than like olive oil. Which we all know is good for health (also stated in the Quran). Until he paused. I quickly raised a question.

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Last weekend I went to the driving range with Mind. Our friendship go way back 15 years ago and we’re pretty much comfortable with each other. Considering both of us are beginners, we decided to settle at the corner. Far from superior golfers.

Mind was having problem getting the ball to go up, so was I. Our shots were inconsistent. Sekejap left, sekejap right,sekejap tak kene langsung. But we didn’t laugh at each other and put in more effort.

Out of no where an old timer lauded, “Dik, blajar pitching laa dulu. Kalau pitching tak lepas, jangan harap nak pukul dengan kayu lain. Golf ni bahaya kalau tak reti main.”

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Over the past few years, I’ve made a new circle of friends, namely bloggers and twitter-ers. There’s Bongkersz, Aeropama, AzmanIshak, Kujie, Qiilans87, Icenyior, Kruel74, SembangKomputer, Tekong, Bat, Wfxyz and many more.

When I started blogging, I had one thing in mind; to make trivial things matter. Anything under my radar, I wrote. I stitched my ego and laced it with emotions. And I believe I’ve succeeded that.

But the more I write, the more I derailed from my original goal.

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