Mother: What’s wrong with our driver? Where did he go?!
Daughter: You complain too much, Ma. This happened with Pa, too, remember? And I don’t think either one of them is coming back…
(Photograph courtesy of Muhsein Sofian)
Just to let everyone know that I’ve started a photoblog called ‘Sofian’s Photoblog’. This is so that I don’t have to chuck everything here. My photography stuff will all go to the photoblog.
Hope you will enjoy your visit to my photoblog.
UPDATE 7/07/10: I’ve renamed my photoblog. Now it’s called “Maybe Tomorrow…”
About six years ago I left my job in Pasir Gudang in a huff. It must have been something big: I wouldn’t have left if it wasn’t. Now, as I trundle along at 80 kph on a 110 kph highway, the reasons for my departure aren’t even clear anymore. With 40-foot trailers and express busses merrily overtaking me, I found myself trying very hard to recall what those reasons had been.
But I couldn’t.
All I could come up with were several possible scenarios that, frankly, aren’t as compelling as they once had obviously been. I might as well just enjoy the drive. Who knows? Maybe along the way, something might jolt my memory and give me a reason to turn back.
But guess what? Nothing did.
At my former office, there was a sea of new faces. Work-stations were filled wall-to-wall with model-like female executives who smelled like Sogo’s perfume section. While this would have been more than enough reason for me to pop my cork some six years ago, now, all I could think of was looking-up old friends who maybe still worked there.
Is it just me or are young women today are no longer as alluring as their predecessors? Or could it be that I have reached that age where male menopause is no longer something that happens to other men?
I’d rather not answer that, thank you.
With time to spare, I wandered off to check-out my old room, the one I used to work from while I was there. It is now a store where they keep stationery, I think. A familiar face asked me if the place brought back memories.
“No, dear, it does not. Not the way it is now.” I replied. She seemed disappointed somehow.
That day, my former boss (we’ve been friends since we were 13) and I worked together late into the night. It wasn’t like old times, though – but in a good way. With the benefit of age and experience I could now easily accept him for what he is and vice versa. I could not fight the feeling that we were off to a good start – or shall I say restart?
Then again, once all the cows are in the barn, does it really matter? I suppose not. A start is a start. The water may have gone muddy all those years ago. The important thing, however, it is no longer so. That’s the thing about time, isn’t it? Once the bad stuff goes away, we are left with the good stuff.
The trick is learning to let go of the bad stuff.
Since the client was not quite prepared to run foul of copyright laws, he instructed me to shoot my own photos for the write-up I had to do for him. Fair enough. But there was a problem: I didn’t own a camera. When I alerted him of this, he promptly wired some money so I could purchase one. Money in hand, I rushed out to the local Jaya Jusco to do just that.