My old man once said the hardest part is to start on something.
At that time, I was six and in the middle of my long cry. I'm in a verge of my first away from my parent since my baby days - entering the TADIKA. Being the youngest from three siblings, I'm the most naive on almost everything. Such a complex lines of wisdom, I could not figure it out what the hell was it mean and tend to ignore it instantly. I keep on sang my crying song.
When I was sixteen, I realized the meaning.
One of the Malay Literature text book, written there were the very exact word of my old man. By the time my teacher ask for question from us it was me who raised hand for it. She explained the wisdom leaving me nodding like I am still six years old. Then only the rush of feeling of my father's love bite me bit by bit. He really have a way to build up my anticipation. It is only I am just too young that time. Silently, I pray God to extend my time with my old man. Love you father.
Now, I start everything with that wisdom.
Even with this new task. Task? What task? Tsk.. It is not a task. It is a band contribution right? A collaboration idea of sharing thoughts. I guessed. It is an honour to be invited by you-know-who. So then, greetings all. I'm the another author here. The new one also. Am i fashionably late?