..daughters and grandchildren..

...with a total of 13 children from 3 mothers, i cannot help but be a lil bit benign and laidback when it comes to children...oh.. i loved everyone of them... that's for sure...with the eldest way past 30 and the youngest just a month past 9..and after having three grandchildren and another three coming...life is now almost coming to a full circle...

..my daughter....auni..

..and so, one day my daughter, auni fatin, came... along with with her uncle and aunt...her aunt, Busu, who is only a couple of years her senior...i brought along a cake, coffe mocha, to mark her birthday a month ago...she was a bit shy as i was a bit apprehensive...we have not met for more than two years..she was with her mother in Kuala Lumpur... and i am in Bachok..she shedded a tear and i had this lump in my throat...

..aging..

....funny how it is that you never really feel you are getting old...your body keeps telling you that it is so...that you are old.. you can see the skin getting flabby..you lose most of your teeth.. eyesight failing... but in your mind...you turn it around in your mind...trying to come to grip with the knowledge that you are old...yet your mind does not feel so...

..Bachok..

..whilst it is the district capital.. Bachok is not really a town..it is more of a village.. a fishing village..with a stretch of beach that is about the best in Kelantan...a bus terminal that can house 6 buses..generally a town with a pace slower than a snail...

..ramblings..

...what do you do when you have reached that stage in life when there is nothing to do?.. i mean, here you are..way past employable age..still healthy with all faculties functioning..albeit some not at 100 percent fit..but still functioning...and yet not contributing to society...