Wow PDRM in EVO X
I think it’s a good move..show some respect to the police eh..I’d like to get a free ride in one of this..not that I want to commit any crime or..should I? hehe
What have I done?
…When men will bite off their hands out of regrets, then regretting is of no avail…
Peace of mind
When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother what will I be ” Will I be handsome, will I be rich?” ..Que sera sera what will be will be ..
Well actually I wanted to start like this..
When I was in the states, I came to know this homeless guy and was friend to him for some time. As I can remember he was in his early 50s and seemed very lost, yet in some of the part seemed very determined and like he was in a very strong ground. That part was ‘hope’..even though the hope seemed faded,..pounded by his daily routine of empty stomach and cold winter night, this guy seemed determined… waiting to go to a place he always talked about. The place is his only motivation for the day and tomorrow..
His speech was full with regrets and despairs, I could sense the heavy tone of his “Mein.,look at chu” whenever he sees me walking in the snowy road to the Mosque where I always saw him waiting and wondering. And when he started to tell me about his day, I regret asking how he was doing? As much as I want it to be a motivation to him, it turned out to be a sort of sarcasm.
One winter night, he asked me to drive him to E 130th ST to get some blankets from his friend. I surprised that he has a friend but glad that he wouldn’t be sleeping without blanket which is rather impossible considering the Fahrenheit.
So I drove him to the street, It took about 15 minutes to reach the place. Along the way, I could see the street was sort of dying..not so much movement along it and some of the lamps were out..and the face of the people walking by was pale and emotionless. They said the street was notorious and infamous for its crime rate and all..
After waiting anxiously for couple minutes, the homeless friend came with a big box with him..There were an old and smelly blanket in it with some other junks I don’t even bother to ask. Then he asked me to drive him back to the Mosque. Along the way, I asked him the routine question of “so.. What’s your plan for the week-end?” since tomorrow was Friday.
Then he said something full of lessons..”I don’t know man, everyday is the same to me..it ain’t matter much, just want to get some fuud..try to find a job if I could, above all, I just want the peace of maa ..(ind), just peace of maa..man”
I was all huhu-ing and stuff but I knew I learned something that night. Everytime the tide of your life brings you to a low, just find something to cling on..the tide is rough..so grip hard..if anything, clinging to the last hope of peaceful mind seems like everything you could ever wanted because afterall the hardship could be just an imagination of your mind..nothing less.
