The New Adventures of Sarong Terbang

Sometimes the highest point we’ll ever go is at noon, no matter where’s the sun rise sets.

Any immigrants would know there’s no other place like home; a good family, old friends and foes, and a good & bad old memories back then. It is also not a secret that to be an immigrant, we don’t even need to get out of town just to be like one; wandering off and wasting time without throwing the watches all over – only to find out that we’ve been derailed by time and reality with the feeling of very distant from everyone or from the door of our very own house.

Most of the time, when there’s too many ambitions to fulfill and forgets to refill, that is when we will have less dreaming at night but more on day time with the blinking staring eyes. We’re more into work and obligations, impressing people with depressing flocks, surrounding any honey like any bees, and the legs begged to be moved instead of running to wherever we want to go. At any point of it, we just want to be there because not we wanted to but because we had to. And any where else to go when we’re on top is by going down; picking up throw-ed things when it eased us on the way going up.

An associate of mine talked about how an ambition can be altered along the way if the priority changes, and how true it is indeed. If as an immigrant we want to take care of certain things that we’ve neglected before, then we’ve traveled enough more than the earth could spin and we’re still able to know the way back home.

Noon will always be back tomorrow, but the mornings will not be the same ever again.

Really missing home.

Mom always say that sometimes the roads that we took ain’t that rosy before we can smell the blooms.

Exactly last week, I had to sleep in the basement of my office; the owner locked the office for the late payment of the rent and I chose not to sleep at anywhere else be it at my brothers’ or my friends’, and even my parents still didn’t know about it unless they read this entry of mine. Instead, I slept in the car which I turned on the air conditioner once every hour or two as the basement was quite hot but nevertheless very secure as there are many guards take turns to watch the area. I was sweaty, and having quite a hard time to sleep.

But I was really happy sleeping in that car. I was really happy and glad that the owner locked the office.

Mom always reminding us about the hardship that one must possess and process throughout the lifetime. I am very lucky enough to have a supportive loved ones around, but at the same time I am afraid to abuse and take things for granted for things that I couldn’t realized before its out of hand or too late. Being too comfy can stop the adrenaline and depressions out of the equilibrium’s equation, but once the balanced is achieved, I felt very happy and satisfied of the things happened to me.

Sometimes, the happiness came at the place where we expected it the least.

Mom always say that there a lot of things that happened in life that needs our own common sense and intelligence combined in order to make the decision on our own. I still can remember the day I felt that I had to start making decisions on my own and there will be no longer my parents’ responsibility on what and which things that I should do most of the time in my life. I really miss the days when all I have to do is what my mother would tell me to do and tell me what to think. There are times when we’re in a much better situation and position if we’re just follow whatever being told by our parents.

How much I miss that feeling. That’s what in my mind in that very late of the night, in the car. And I was happy.

Happy birthday, Mother. You’re simply the best teacher; a mother, and a girlfriend.

They say you’re made of from your enemies’.

I have fought many battles in war of the words with quite number of people, and very recently with an old friend whom also a businessman that I always affiliated with. It was ended with yelling and scorching tongues with gasoline on top of the Penunu Bunsen, and like any burst or volcanoes, the more you burst it all-out at one time, eventually it’ll be cold sooner than you might expected.

As the owner and managing own company, most of the time we just have to speak than keeping quiet. Business is indeed a very thin borderline in a very big gray area; most businesses works on networks and any network starts from a friend. But once the chain reaction starts, the tendency of you-are-not-my-friend anymore seems the only options by many to move on and had to continue to make a living.

I was told not to burn bridges, and my parents told me and keep on reminding me that politely. And so I did; I yelled at him and questioning every motives he have in mind, making himself doubting about his own reasons while keeping the most secretive weapon intact. In the art of war, information is indeed a weapon; the more you were informed, the better and the wiser you’ll make your decisions. Sometimes, the secret that you want the opponent to know is actually very valuable if the opponent doesn’t know about it at all, anytime. And if they do, not only you would let the bridge burns by itself, you would let the cat out of the bag when there’s no dog around which would be more fun if it does.

If we want to create a chaos, we’d better keep it chaotic.

Me and him are still friends, although he wants to threaten the friendship with a bluff. Bluffing is when we pretend that we know something and wanted to blackmail it, and blackmailing is when we afraid of losing an opponent’s secret and couldn’t have more fun with them in the future. I called his bluffs, and the fact that the bridge still kept intact only made him embarrassed in a little war we had. Sometimes, we can win the war even before it ends.

There are lot of saying that by keeping your enemies closer we will and can make things even more interesting, and I do have an ample enemies in hand that I’ve always check on daily basis; their achievements and failures that made me envy and adore more. I adore their failure(s) more than their achievements, apparently because they’re stupid enough to think about it first and they’re the first one to know how to learn from it.

At the end of the day, both of us felt very satisfied of what happened, and we get to know each other better.

It is just business, nothing personal.