Life I love you…


Last night I played the role of a cooking instructor. Kiddo’s likely relocation to Canberra means she needs to cook simple stuff. It was a chicken and mushroom stir fry and it turned out pretty well. I was off to the church Board meeting after that which only finished closed to 12am… 😦

I had thought I no longer need attend these meetings but the inevitable rounds of talks and coffees and emails mean it it really hard to stay away, so there I was last night.

Today’s the anniversary of my admission to the Malaysian Bar. I had the misfortune of having Eusoff Chin – one of the worst Chief Justice Malaysia ever had – preside over my admission but other than that it was a wonderful event. My late father, my late grandfather and mum and grandma were all there, as was Tress. We weren’t married yet on 20 December 1991 and my grandfather was still a sprightly and ramrod straight fellow and my dad was much healthier too. They’re both gone now, and Kiddo will be starting tertiary education in a couple of months.

I don’t know why but Simon and Garfunkel’s 59th Bridge Street song just popped into my head again. Maybe life is proving to be groovy, and I’m loving it regardless of what it seems to be throwing at me.

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