Life is but a dream ……

Last week through the weekdays and the weekend, I’m having a wonderful time. Syukur to Almighty Lord.

• Mon: My last week query to engage some collaboration between my company and one of the main EPCC has been responded with open arms.

• Tue: I was meeting a guy named Yoda discussing some good prospects on advanced simulation business. Luckily I don’t have to use my light saber, or else …

• Wed: I’m preparing to pen some success stories of my company to be put in the www, plus strategizing on ways to capture the CCTV market onboard of LNG tankers.

• Thu: I did the syujud syukur to Almighty Lord, my eldest son Ameerul Ahwaz achieved 5As in his UPSR, along with his 37 friends from SKSSJ.

• Fri: Took a leave.

• Sat: In the morning my team STAROBA Orange Cricket Club (SOCC) had a 40-over match against the Royal Malaysian Navy (RMN) at the UKM Oval. I had a wonderful batting hitting 22 runs with 2 fours and a big six. During fielding, I bowled 8 overs with 1 maiden, nailed 2 wickets and had a brilliant catch.

• Sat night: I was with Jay witnessing Ayra Umayrah Imtihal Graduation Day at 3C Complex.

• Sun: My whole body was aching like hell. It felt even sorer when Jay said, “Eh, I tak suruh pun you main.”

The other day my dear Awateef told me that one of the boys in her school trying to be funny by kicking her friend’s tummy.

“Ateef, why don’t you smack his butt?”

“Daddy, dear Daddy. Violence will only lead to violence.”

“Oh ok. What about screaming your heart out or cry like you did when last time in Bidara when your roti canai came really really late until it was me who get really upset . . .”

“Yeap, why don’t you cry like a baby in the restaurant …” Ahwaz suddenly menyampok.

“At the restaurant, I was only trying to point out their lack of customer service.”

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