Tired but happy today.

On a whim, I invited my father along for a trip up to Mersing on-the-job. Not very professional, yes, but he wasn’t around for the meetings and such. It was a strange feeling, since this was the first time he decided to follow, and I had a few moments of doubt as I was reversing out of the house.

My father’s one of the old-timers we talk about, either in derision or awe. A repository of historical events having witnessed history in the making in the heart of our country. Over beers and cigarettes, we would sit ourselves down and talk about the ‘State of the Union’, discuss politics and how things have changed. Today was no different, and it was speckled with anecdotes about the past, as seen through his eyes.

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