Wednesday, September 30, 2015

howwwzattt... of closing one eye and letting it to pass by...

Just woke up this morning, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Dresden is sunny today but the temperature is still hovering below 10 centigrade with the real feel of 8 degrees according to the weather channel. Having to put on layers of clothing quite a hassle even just for a smoke outside the lobby.

These are what I'm wearing now for breakfast and now sitting outside at their beer garden while puffing nicotine. A turtleneck sweater, a hoodie jumper, a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers to keep my crown jewel warm, a pair of sneakers complete with socks.

For the past few days, I've been scratching my thighs and calves while asleep. I have a sensitive skins when facing the cold and the dryness and I think those coming from the South East Asia will encounter the same problem like me. I used to wear nothing under the covers but not here, contact with the bed linens made it rasa gatal and miang. This happened when I'm in a temperate country.

Got myself a Nivea body lotion last night but haven't use it yet and someone got me a tea tree oil from Body Shop for the scabs.

Came across this, "Kenyataan Rahim fitnah, menghasut" yesterday in MKini and I was wondering why Jamal Ikan Bakar and his bunch of kukudus haven't baying for Rahim Tamby Chik blood yet and take the street as if they want to wipe all those pendatang. Opppsss, what have the Chinese and Indian got to with this? Never mind, they'll find a way to deviate the attention into a whole new game of racism again.

I left a one liner comment on someone's blog last evening and one of the commenter replied to my comment  saying that I'm an Anwar fan and a Red Bean Army myself. What has Anwar got to do with the specific post itself beats me and no, I'm not a DAP supporter but I sympathize to those fighting for the right cause. So far UMNO minions only tinkering on ridiculous moves as if they live in this one minuscule box called racism. Just like the Arabs toward their own sects.

So, why haven't I put them in similarities to Hitler's Nazi? It is because of the Arabization that they were so fond of. Everything that has got to do with Arab must have been a good thing and the prophet himself was an Arab and Islam found its way among them first. But why? Arabs were a terrible lots, they like to fight among themselves, it was their culture. Believe me, I've been with them, been to their country, rendering my service to them and their attitude far more worse than ours though not all. So, what we a following now was not according to the teaching of Islam. We just follow their cultures. Labelling others as we wish.

This is what Yusuf Islam aka Cat Steven once quoted, "I did not come into contact with any Muslim before I embraced Islam. I read the Qur'an first and realized no person is perfect, Islam is perfect, and if we imitate the conduct of the Holy Prophet... we will be successful."

He learned from scratches by reading the Quran and only then he look for guidance from those in the know.

Unlike those kukudus, they inherit Islam from those before them.

howwwzattt... of hungry, tired and cold in saxony...

Finished off early this evening and feeling hungry like a wolf. Drove down to Central Neustadt hunting for food, settled down at Yufka Kebab Haus.

Just this in a box, 100% meat because I won't finish the usual menu. The guy there think that I'm a Mexican and tried his Spanish on me and I just laughed at him, told him that I'm a Malaysian.

I don't know, still he tried to lure me into his Spanish and I just replied back buenos noche meaning good afternoon or evening.

Ahhh, my fingers are in pain now being in the open with this gentle breeze. How I wish they'll send me to the mediterranean  after this, heard there'll be a working party in Malta soon.

I miss you and how I wish that I...

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

howwwzattt... of missing the smell and warmth...

DRESDEN, 1211HRS, 29 SEPT. 2015

I didn't know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, Beardsley prints
I put down to experience

The big bosom lady with the Dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You're beauty and elegance

You're a rhapsody, a comedy
You're a symphony and a play
You're every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you're every schoolboy's dream
You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I've thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
'Cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found

howwwzattt... of waking up to your own snore...

Lately I've been snoring in my sleep. Waking up to my own snore is kinda odd. How one is asleep but once snored, you tend to woke up as if listening to someone else snoring near you.

Last night that was what happened to me. On and off waking up listening to my own with intervals of horror dream. My bad for watching a spook movie before bed. The funny thing was, I've keep telling myself don't snore but it didn't help at all, I could have not control myself. It's spontaneous, it happens just like that.

It is quarter to 1 here in Dresden now, trying to sleep while writing this. Someone said to me, telling me that I should write again on whatever comes to my mind. Write about myself, my work or the adventure and misadventure that I've put myself into.

Do you know at this dreadful hour, I miss hearing your snore. A music to my ears. Night my Precious Poem...

Friday, September 25, 2015

howwwzattt... of something has to give, someone has to go...

Yesterday I received a travel alert/advisory to Germany about on arson attack on immigrant accommodation center. As I was writing this, another alert came in through my email regarding anti immigration rallies.

When I was in Mexico last month, my German colleague had advised me on this kind of things, particularly in Dresden just to let me know so he says.

Dresden situated near to the Chech border and those good people rarely see outsiders particularly Asian. Yes, we stood like a sore thumb amongst those Europeans, just like when I was in Toluca. They never seen an Asian what more a Malaysian. Dresden is not a metropolitan, to them Asian is an exotic specie. 

While at that, I didn't receive any alert from the US regarding the rally at Petaling Street tomorrow, heard few arrests being carried out.

The puppetmaster is restless now, for he cannot travel abroad to spend his fortunes on a private plane.

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut pt. 2...

Yesterday was our recovery leave and after we take our cars, a Skoda and a Ford Fiesta (that's all they have for long term rental) from Avis at Dresden Airport we tried to look for a place for lunch. After googling around, we decided to go to this place called Sinbad, a Lebanese restaurant in central Dresden.

It was located in a residential area and no, I couldn't pronounce the place. German is a strange language, unlike French. The price was cheap considering the ambient inside, dirt cheap to me if you take 1 euro to 1 ringgit in a sense of purchasing power.
Sinbad, their specialty is Lebanese cuisine.

Yes, the blue T again. Hey, I just love my Nukleus.

Yup, your hero...

One of my colleagues posing inside the hookah room.

Sinbad's beer garden, with grapes above our heads.

Yes, we have free dessert fresh from the tree. Eat all you can.

Enjoying our meals. 

I can't remember what I'm having except it was rice with grilled chicken and
only cost me 8 euros.

I don't bulls... :)

Thursday, September 24, 2015

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut...

I was at the Zentrum Dresden earlier, jalan2 cuci mata sambil isi perut. Came upon these buskers singing in Spanish. I think all of them some kind of related as in one family. The songs remind me of my stay in Toluca Mexico including the Badabes2x by Meghan Trainor. The only missing was the horns section. In Mexico they will have trumpets, trombone and tuba to compliment their performance.

The area reminds me of Capitole de Toulouse.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

howwwzattt... of drizzling in saxony...

Spending my recovery day reading this outside under the shade. It has been drizzling since the evening, the sky is kinda pale now. 

Going to look for car to rent in a while, it is not like Hamburg or Frankfurt where taxis are aplenty. For less than 1000 euros I can get a new model A4 or a C-Class Benz for a month.

These are my companions here, someone gave it to me so I won't get mad talking to the wall.

Someone is going to build a chicken coop I heard, good luck then hahaha...

howwwzattt... of thinking where to get my nasik...

Was taking a stroll just now looking for place for dinner. Came upon this place in Neustadt some 2km from the hotel.

A kebab place just beside a supermarket. I was thinking of something with rice but they don't have it tonight. Just point the menu displayed on the wall, don't know how to pronounce it because everything was in German.

Ended up with this, still a kebab dish I guess and the portion was huge same like anywhere in Europe.

Not much movement particularly Neustadt, a slow pace life because I think everybody is taking the stride as good as it comes but more appreciative in a way. 

Yes, it's calmer here but I miss you much...

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

howwwzattt... of good morning sunshine...

0530hrs +2GMT

I just woke up after been sleeping for 8-10 hours. Another hour or so before landing in Frankfurt.

Having my breakfast 35000 feet above the ground, in another time zone. Took the potato and pumpkin, the sausage feels rubbery like a watchman nightstick.

The attendant is serving coffee now, having my second cup.

Some 7000 miles away.

Just arrived at Holiday Inn Dresden, waiting for my room to get ready.

The rest of the DRS working party.

And the nest for the next 4 weeks.

Another morning, another place and the only day off is far away but every city has seen me in the end, and brings me to you again. 

Earlier this afternoon, received an advance notice from the office informing me of a new deployment straight out from Dresden to Dubai on the 17 of October. Rarely we will be sent from one place to another (unless with something urgent) without coming back first to KL but I guess this has got to do with the new policy of us to be away 80% days for a calendar year which is 280 days.

I don't mind to be a Revolving Jones but sometimes, the loneliness breaks me.

Always somewhere, miss you where I been...

Sunday, September 20, 2015

howwwzattt... of a fine line between nationalism and racism...

I was born in Kuala Kangsar, a royal town in Perak. I inherit a Bugis and Acheh lineage from my father and mother respectively. Most of the living Malaysians now regardless of their ethnicity were here in Malaysia and that makes us a rightful citizen of the country.

Our forefathers and those before them may have come from some place else to the peninsula and I believe mine too. This is a hijrah, a migration to another land or place for a better living.

As for our generation now, we were born, schooled, work and die on this land that we love, well some may died some place else.

Being so, sub-conciously all of us are nationalist in each individual right. Some may fight with guns like the army, some may venture into businesses to strenghten the economy, some may teach in schools preparing for the next generation, some may work in factories again for the economy and some may not even doing anything except for counting their fortune.

Being proud of who we are, of our land that those before us had developed with their bare hands and sweats.

1Malaysia is a nationalism in form of slogan, reminding us of who we are.

Shouting Cina balik Tongsan, India balik India, Benggali balik Punjab tapi Melayu balik mana? What if the Orang Asli shout at us, "hoiii Melayu, pegi balik Jawa, pegi balik India", would we be abled to react?

And that is racism, a card being played by our leaders just to save their skin, to save their periuk nasi.

howwwzattt... of to die for the wrong reason, for the wrong cause...

Read here if you want to know more. The prime minister of Malaysia, Datuk Seri Najib Razak is reported to have belted out before some 15,000 silat (Malay martial arts) practitioners at the Nation's Independence Square (Dataran Merdeka) that "we are willing to die," for Najib's government.

I myself wouldn't be too quick to offer myself to die just yet, at least not for this. I admit that I'm a coward, pengecut. I'm not a strong person who would run into a fist fight blindly and then got whack good and proper. But for those who want to die for this kind of cause, his cause, be my guess because you were being used by the puppetmaster to defend him, to speak on his behalf against those allegations which he himself keeping mum about.

When reading OutsyedTheBox just now, one can't help from wondering why no more international getaway lately.

How did a blind man cross the road? By an ambulance of course. Because his first attempt to get across was unsuccessful and the hospital was conveniently located on the other side of the road. Don't be that blind man, use your brain or imagination to say the least.

howwwzattt... of being part of my journey...

Had lunch today with a friend at Vegas Ipoh Garden. Those from Ipoh will definitely know about it, the one besides Hollywood. Those two places frequent by all walk of lives, all races.

There is one lady manning or onwed the drinks stall herself came over and took our order. I didn't pay much attention at first while savouring my nasi dalcha. She was in a conversation with my friend who happens to know some Chinese in Cantonese and a mix of English here and there.

She must have been 55 or 60 now and suddenly I became quite interested in her. At first the familiar face and then how she walks. I knew her I said to myself but just couldn't figure out where just yet but my mind already down those 24 or 25 years back when I'm still with Maxwell Kenion Cowdy and Jones in Ipoh.

To confirm my wild thought, I asked my friend what was her name and she told me it was Mei Ling. Gosh, couldn't it be she was one of the clerk cum pantry lady there.

I asked my friend to ask her if she ever worked in an office before, she came over and my friend asked her about it.

Guess what, the first thing she said was yes, she worked for MKCJ and I was like what a small world and suddenly shrinked myself to the only Malay boy employed there (except for Asmuni Awi, the senior partner, a Perak PAS commissioner now). I was the foot despatch for them during the day and Mat Rempit at night along the Tiger Lane stretch.

She asked my name, introduced myself, they called me Kamal there and mentioned about some of my Indian colleagues at that time also those legal clerks, paralegals and the partners. It was during her time too. She doesn't remember me but must be thinking I'm one of those greenhorn interns going for the Bar then.

A small world it is, even smaller when time flies...

Saturday, September 19, 2015

howwwzattt... of those mariachis and those tequilas...

I was in Mexico two months ago doing something for Interjet. Well, Toluca is situated around 9000 feet from the sea level and whatever temperature you have in New Mexico, just deduct it further 10 degrees. Just like our highlands at night.

My last day on site at Centro de Maintenimiento Interjet with this lovely lady.

This is where I stay, Courtyard by Marriott Toluca. No hotels with more than 3 storeys here.
One of the cornfield patches viewed from my room.
Pano-panning with my 5s.

No haze, no smog though it is an industrial city.

My salmon bla3x at Cabo Grill in the mall.

Corn soup with tortilla, feta cheese and dried avocado.

Their sambal tasted similar to us.

Again, one of the meals.

Fruitti de mare or fruit from the sea. It was creamy and delicious.
Food is inexpensive and even I can afford to have daily meals at the hotel's restaurant. I don't know about the tourism there but Toluca is an industrial city. Within the vicinity of the Courtyard Marriott, you can see plenty of factories around. They have Ford, Chevy, Nestle, Pfizer, Bayer and many more, just name it. The railway line runs through the city providing transportation for the goods produced there.

With Remy, my colleague from Toulouse with the mariachis in the background.
Yup, by now you guys must be wondering why the blue T? Simple, I love it but I love you more...
The music was good, live mariachi in every clubs, pubs and bars easily to be found there. Those Tollucans sure know how to party. Didn't taste their tequila though.

And no easy catch, that only appears in blue films...

Friday, September 18, 2015

howwwzattt... of a beautiful mind...

I asked someone about the difference between the Kuning and Merah rally. Without blinking her eyes she said that it was of their education level. Of how the way of thinking and mentality. 

I have to agree with her and felt quite embarrass towards her for she is not a Malay. I do not want to eloborate more, use your brain and give it a thought okay?

I never had the chance of going to the university after finishing my high school. My SPM result was bad which I re-sit again the next year, no tuition or proper guidance but I was determined to prove that I can do it. At the same time I worked as a despatch with a legal firm, Maxwell Kenion Cody and Jones near the Ipoh Padang. I resigned after that because they won't allow me to take leave for my exam. After the exam, I continue to work as a petrol pump attendant. I fared better but still no higher learning for me due to the financial limitation and stuffs like that.

My arwah abah was a simple man, a taxi driver in Ipoh. Sometime he took me to work, people seem to know him. Wherever he goes, they greet him with respect as any other gentlemen should get. Rarely he pays for his breakfast. He spoke Chinese and Indian fluently, with passable Benggali in between. He was a true journeyman I guess.

Not long before he died, he got me a Malay-English-Malay pocket dictionary, if you know the one with the pages that easily be torn off. I read a kamus when I was 8, not treat it as a reference. I read it from cover to cover. When I was 9, you can ask me the meaning of what are inside.

No, I'm not saying my English is good. In fact someone did complain on certain aspect of it. But imagine this, sea of informations are in English and you won't easily get fooled by nonsence.

By the way, I'm not a product of BTN for I never went to the university if you catch my drift and I'm glad for not being there too.

howwwzattt... of honey, i shrunk my 501!!! Pt. 2

Rebel without a cause
Someone took this picture of me in my STF walking inside a cafe yesterday. Kind of like a James Dean's feel with the blurry image which added the artistic and mysterious effect to the image.

Truthfully, I don't have the good look like those denim models...

Thursday, September 17, 2015

howwwzattt... of what the hell had happened?

He said he was with the Dang Wangi OCPD negotiating of the chaos at Petaling Street yesterday cause by his Merah minnions. Suddenly he urged the Domestic Trade, Co-Operatives and Consumerism Ministry to take action against the traders in Petaling Street for selling counterfeit goods. Read here if you don't believe me.

I was like huhhh??? What the hell had just happened? So, no longer fighting and upholding maruah Melayu? Now fighting against counterfeit products? While at that, please include those traders at all the Uptowns, Gerbang Malam and pasar malam too.

howwwzattt... of honey, i shrunk my 501!!!

Frankly, I never owned any 501 before and what more of the one which had a double Xes printed at the back. So, I really do not know the art of looking for one such as the correct sizing for it.

501xx is a shrink to fit or STF denim (raw denim) produced by Levi's and Co. The fabric was not pre-washed like any other denim from the factory making it coarse like cardboard and the early make, can even stand on its own.

Well, I've made a mistake of not doing any research for it earlier. It was not a big mistake anyway but still the thought of this denim was not like any other denims bogged me till now. This STF got soul as the wearer which mean the rightful owner. It "snuggly fits" (term that I borrowed from someone dear) to the wearer height and shape. It's alive.

I just picked it off the rack the other day, got my true size and straight away headed to the cashier. I bought 3 pairs exactly but the other 2 were not an STF.

When I reach the house, straight away put it in the washer for the first wash. I was really taken by surprise after taking them out from the washer, the STF shrunk dramatically from the other two. I was prepared for any shrinkage after the first wash but not this. I think it must've shrunk by 10% from the original size.

Then only I went online and look for the information of this kind of sorcery. Now I know that for an STF, you'll need one size bigger than your true size and two extra length from the normal. Luckily I added an extra inch before it being cut because I like to wear my jeans loose. Now I'm wearing the denim just like Bon Jovi's pants in the 80's but not that really tight. 

I'm beginning to love it, of how the STF conformed to my body shape. Shares the same energy, breathe the same air as I do. Yes I love it but I love you more...

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

howwwzattt... of being shallow minded and simply stupid...

Read MKini just now and was shocked at how racist they could be. Of how only the Malay fought for Merdeka and asking where were the Chinese back then and of course ended with curses and bad words. I think this man should go back to school and learn back Tawarikh Darjah 6 and read at how all Malaya citizens be it Malay, Chinese or Indian lent their hands in the process of gaining independent from the British.

Before the good Tunku left for England, those good people before us donated their belongings, even as small as a ring or bracelett to cover the expenses for the delegate to be there.

Tun M was right when he utters the words "Melayu mudah lupa", not only lupa but bodoh too.

Meanwhile if you read here, the police has confirmed that the body that was found in a drum filled with concrete was of the missing DPP Kevin Morais.

howwzattt... of living in a suitcase and the loneliness of the long distance runner...

Just finished packing my luggage for my trip to Dresden this Friday. Now you can say that I'm an expert in putting and cramping everything into one place and yet still managed to keep it just a few clicks below the maximum weight.

Two identical luggage courtesy from Air France, replacement for the broken one. This time I'm bringing my dslr along since I'll be going to a new place, a new adventure. Three in all, one for the cargo, one cabin bag and a laptop.

Got to get myself a few books later for the free and lonely time on the road.

The Loves and Journeys of Revolving Jones - Leslie Thomas

howwwzattt... of pray, eat and love...

Selamat Hari Malaysia...

howwwzattt... of hector and the search for happiness...

1. Knowing and feeling are two different things, and feeling is what counts.

2. Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.

3. The basic mistake people make is to think that happiness is the goal!

4. Happiness often comes when least expected.

5. Making comparisons can spoil your happiness.

6. Lesson no. 5: Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.

7. Many people see happiness only in their future.

8. Nobody wants to live with a person who'll never be happy.

9. Women are very complicated, even if you are a psychiatrist.

10. Happiness is feeling useful to others.

11. I'm old enough to ask myself that question, but not so old that I don't care what the answer is.

12. And since he was seeing more and more people who were unhappy for no apparent reason, he was becoming more and more tired, and even a little happy himself. He began to wonder whether he was in the right profession, whether he was happy with his life, whether he wasn't missing out on something. And then he felt very afraid because he wondered whether these unhappy people were contagious.

13. Many people think that happiness comes from having more power or more money.

14. Lesson no. 17: Happiness is caring about the happiness of those you love.

15. 'Nature or nurture' said the professor. 'Whichever way the parents are to blame'.

16. Be vary wary of people who declare that they're going to create heaven on earth, they almost invariably create hell.

17. But, in reality, being unhappy might also teach him something about happiness.

18. The only shadow on my happiness is when I tell myself sometimes that as it's all going well, it can't last, that one day things won't be so good.

19. Happiness. We're tearing our hair out to try to find a definition of it, for heaven's sake. Is it joy? People will tell you that it isn't, that joy is a fleeting emotion, a moment of happiness, which is always welcome, mind you. And then what about pleasure, huh? Oh, yes, that's easy, everybody knows what that is, but there again it doesn't last. But is happiness not the sum total of lots of small joys and pleasures, huh?

20. Edouard said that he didn't take Hector for a fool, but he could see that Hector had fallen in love, which was worse than being a fool.

21. Or rather, he was sad because that morning he'd understood that he'd understood nothing, because while he still understood nothing he wasn't sad at all, but now that he'd understood that he'd understood nothing he felt sad, if you follow.

22. It's one thing thinking something and another thing knowing it.

23. Happiness is a different thing altogether. If you try to achieve it, you have every chance of failing. And besides, how would you ever know that you’d achieved it? Of course one can’t blame people, especially unhappy people, for wanting to be happier and setting themselves goals in order to try to escape from their unhappiness.

24. Adeline was really rather charming, she always had a man in her life, but it never worked out: either they were nice but she didn't find them very exciting; or they were exciting but she didn't find them particularly nice, or they were neither nice nor exciting and she wondered why she was with them at all. She found a way of making the exciting men nicer and that was by leaving them. But then, they weren't exciting anymore either.

25. Happiness. We're tearing our hair out to try to find a definition of it, for heaven's sake. Is it joy? People will tell you that it isn't, that joy is a fleeting emotion, a moment of happiness, which is always welcome, mind you. And then what about pleasure, huh? Oh, yes, that's easy, everybody knows what that is, but there again it doesn't last.

26. He had fallen in love with her emotions, and that was a very profound feeling indeed.

27. He had realised that it was Clara he loved, and that he loved her in many different ways. (Because there are even more ways of loving than there are ways of being happy, but it would take another book to explain them all.)

28. True wisdom would be the ability to live without this scenery, to be the same person even at the bottom of a well. But that, it has to be said, is not so easy.

29. And since he was seeing more and more people who were unhappy for no apparent reason, he was becoming more and more tired, and even a little unhappy himself. He began to wonder if he was in the right profession, whether he was happy with life, whether he wasn't missing out on something. And then he felt very afraid because he wondered whether these unhappy people were contagious.

30. Lesson no. 20: Happiness is a certain way of seeing things.

31. Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

32. He didn't necessarily think that it was okay, but when a psychiatrist says 'okay', it just means 'I understand what you're saying.

33. (Be very wary of people who declare that they’re going to create heaven on earth, they almost invariably create hell.)

34. He looked at Hector's list and told him that, thanks to a lot of studies and calculations, they'd shown that if you compared yourself to others and didn't find yourself wanting, if you had no money or health problems, if you had friends, a close-knit family, a job you liked, if you were religious and practised your religion, if you felt useful, if you went for a little stroll from time to time, and all of this in a country that was run by not very bad people, where you were taken care of when things went wrong, your chances of bring happy were greatly increased.

35. But the reasons why Hector was unhappy were quite complex. He didn't really want to think about it, perhaps because those reasons weren't so easy to accept. It even made him feel a little afraid. He knew this fear too well, it was what stopped his patients from being able to really think about their problems, and it was his job to help them overcome this fear and understand what was happening to them.

36. Did the squirrel realize how lucky he was to be there? Or on the contrary did he spend his life wondering whether he might not be better off somewhere else, or feeling that he didn't have the life he deserved? In the end, it depended on the comparisons the squirrel was able to make.

37. Some people, very many actually, both men and women, complained of having enjoyed a very loving relationship with someone, but of no longer feeling the same way despite still being very fond of that person, with whom they generally lived.

38. He knew his love for her was more a desire to save her, to be her superhero, and it was partly a desire to do what people who are in love do, and partly a desire to feel young again with her, because Ying Li was very young, and she looked even younger.

39. Because there are times when getting up to mischief isn’t mischievous and other times when it is and you shouldn’t do it.

40. There’s no point in looking before crossing the road if you don’t look in the right direction.

41. People who are afraid of death are afraid of life.

42. Basically, having a gift for happiness was a bit like being good at maths or games: it depended partly on the development of the brain after you were born, ad even before, but also on how your parents or other adults had brought you up when you were small. And of course on your own efforts and subsequent encounters.
'Nature or nurture,' said the professor. 'Whichever way, the parents are to blame!

43. Exciting happiness is joy, celebration, travelling, being in bed with a woman you desire.

Listening is loving - wishing you're here...